In Vain Search For Love
In the beginnings was a wish,
floating in vacuum place,
Then it took possession,
Then it stuck as an obsession,
Then it begins a thread of your consciousness,
Then she began to bewitched,
torment on your nighttime
Daytime this unweary depiction,
show me what it means by affection,
This object materializing,
As part of an ark
To what paths bring us together,
This incendiary,
sparks of our being
a life,
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