Inner Realm
- -Life - tantalising light- -
Fifteen years have gone into nothingness,
Fifteen years of dream and overmuch dream.
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Without hope and dream hope was the core rail, Everything was living with fresh pleasantry.
The day dissolved into night's sleepy rejoicing. Fifteen years of bootless living, futile. Yet the night was glorious and sunshine mystic.
No message was there in the song of birds, No hope to sleek the uneven ground of gloom. The wild life with wild strife to fight appetite. The Sun rose with new light and the Moon smiled,
The pain of complex mind was not known to me, Nor the thought of life and intricate math, Life was a simple song of complex dream. No message was there in the song of birds, No hope to sleek the uneven ground of gloom.
The pain of complex mind was not known to me, Nor the thought of life and intricate math, Life was a simple song of complex dream.
Life was then a fairy tale having no sham. The purity of childhood and the - fire.
Fifteen years have gone into nothingness, Fifteen years of dream and overmuch dream.
The song that nurture pain poignant signals, The inaudible voice of far, other shore. Life is a light subtle to tantalise.