| Unborn to live |
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| Deep sunk my dreams,
drowning ablaze in reality. Flew away far shadows, zephyr shades hopes, strangled diffused away the love clouds, burning despair ate away dark grounds, the dark of green -- the black of life, silence so sweet -- the wordless songs, the cold of cordial -- the chill of life. Veiled beauty -- buried under blinded sight, dusted off the dirt of joy, strong winds from the curtains of stillness. Rinsed away the jubilant tears, motion of waves restless in fears. Lifted to reality again the past, past entombed in sands of time. The gold yesterday -- sparkling irony, dancing sorrows -- slithering agony, Rose high the sun of reality, sickening sun streaks invaded today. Singing church bells - melodious prayer calls, dragged me back -- pulled me out, out from my refuge -- my heaven, the true utopia, the slumber of deception. Genesis of birth -- conquest of death, freedom of soul - realization of spirit. And swimming through oceans of mourned blood, I returned myself to the moonlit nights, to the sweet cool shadow-less nights, days of repentance, evenings of faith. I have transgressed thought, I have challenged fate, but then now looking back, I have escaped - escaped escape, with breaths still alive, with beats still flowing, I have returned, returned to refuge, returned to truth, and in the nick of time I have returned, to bless bliss, to bless life, to bestow life with my blessed bliss. I have retrieved myself to honour life. Finally I have lent my soul to the right ___ to the sight. |