I am the one who climbs on thorny rocks
To pluck the best flowers of hope
Who wish to flow against the time
To sing jovial songs even in the worst clime
Who wish to see her own face into her own eyes
To ruin all existing images of dice
Who wish to dissolve impurities of her nature
To surrogate once again by fresh culture
Who wants to dig her own cemetery
to conclude and terminate her own mystery
Who wish to dance on floor of sky
to nurture herself with spiritual pie
Who wants to lose each of those games
which try to put her SELF on flames
I am the one who wish to synchronize
To get into the ocean of waves which harmonize
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