If these orbs follow you
Why don’t you complain?
Now the images permit me,
“I don’t know why”
To cross the boundaries
Once you marked…
In the bleeding flow of my silence!
Innocent you look so
‘Never dart any’
If I weren’t wrong,
Though the wind blows only downwards,
I still fly in your blows.
Like one day,
Today,
Another bitter truth!
You know…
I was brought up
In lies,
Incessant lies.
And now,
You invite me
In this barren hell
Not even a mirage here!
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