Running wild in the eternal Eden of my desires, I felt like an angel;
But who knew, what was ahead of me, gallivanting I stepped on a thorn;
I knew fate had ambushed me again;
A blind man can see motley coloured joy in his dreams;
But it is the hollow of darkness when he opens his eyes;
The howling wolves call the moon and cry, may be they cannot reach the heavens;
A child stretches its arms to gather stars but fails;
I was like the blind man, the wolves, the child;
I reached out to you, with my arms holding my heart in one and my life in the other;
I tried to hide them in the graceful night of your locks;
But like an ominous night, I lost soul in its darkness;
The twinkle in your eyes were like the lights of God's adobe;
But now I know, they were my shattering dreams;
I saw the reflection of a beautiful life in your eyes;
But who knew that they were the reflections of my broken heart;
I wanted a gift of love from you;
You obliged me with a prettier gift;
The gift of reality, the reality of truth, the truth of pain.........
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