Sun shy of morning breeze
embraces flying angels ...
tears of joy as if to give
for the peaceful stepping season
He rose to his entropy of love
from the enduring darkness
lifeless self ghosts of evil
no more there to trust......
First flower in his rosy garden
when he lost he died inside
and buried the only love he knew
faraway in the darker oceans....
Alone in the people World.. still human
he wandered around to search.. answers
why he loved the one he lost in love..
and why the darkness of love fills all
And then one night or day minute or second
miracle happened as if from dreams or real...
my only flower came to me and sang in motion
Don’t loose hope in search
I am here always passion
there is no doubt for your devotion ...
but I always live in
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