It rained from the earth and we waltzed on the sky, 
No soul was coerced to bid life goodbye.
The Guns sprouted roses and thorns were all woolly-
Everybody loved the well-behaved 'bully'
        
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        In rehearsals she said, I cannot trust
But faith crept up
Through a daft corner.
        
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                    Incarcerated!
                    
                    Lessons to learn, words to speak
Enlightenment in thy abode I seek, 
But why in my mundane earthly need-
My captive soul has to pay heed? 
Regrets spill from my evening tea-
As I realise where I want to be, 
I miss thy warmth, thy sun, thy river
And only in silence I saddle, I shiver!
                

 
                    