My conscience revolves endlessly-
Around and unknown destiny;
Me, as a prisoner- that obstructs me break through the barriers.
I am closed. Locked within this unknown territory,
Where nothing, but my imaginations itself envy me.
Do you see me smiling?
Or you find sadness piling?
This moment makes me high-
The other soaked in the blues, does only sigh.
Each day, every night-
Impatience persists in my eyes;
So lonesome, so gloomy-
I'm weary of the scars my imagination imposes on me.
The gust must embrace the humidity of my conscience
I'd bestow my spirit to the empathic gospel of the sky high shimmering Rhines.
Sleeping while the eyes are still awake: my blues dance before my eyes in an odious grace.
Each day, each night- intolerance persists in my eyes.
I hunt for the zeal to mock away the upsetting impulsiveness.
~Rihaa
(The liberation)
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