Cryptic Words and Hidden Letters

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:: Layla's dark beauty

Of all the good things that has come to me,
It was the strangers I've met in darkness—
Who opened the gates for me from this mess,
Let me walk and run unscathed, and be free.
To the pages I've read to sail the sea,
Where treasure lies and the music confess,
Its solace I've found in midst of distress—
Waking my senses, from sadness to glee.

As my aspirations grow in the wild,
A flower blooms to give love and freedom—
From all the heartaches, I genuinely smiled,
To have such faith is building a kingdom,
Where bruises will be treated, heal a child—
For I know how pain always like to come.