Why do I feel that world is a beautiful place,
when its ruler is insanity?
What do you think I should do,
when I see the seething blues on innocent faces?
When will He come ,
and take me beyond the horizons of reality,
To a void where,
I can feel the light,
I can feel the peace,
Of your significance...
As the days pass by,
I yearn to be with you.
A second passed by seems like ages,
A craving desired seems so justified,
A thought relived seems so nourishing,
To be with you,
Is what I cherish.
A hope still lives unheard.
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