the soul that searched
amidst dreams and illusions
finding fate
failing reasons
losing
love
eternally pledged
in vows of pride
held high in pedestals of mortals
that gods enticed, in mock
spits blood...
drenched, and on leash
one fights, struggles
until he finds
you
the breeze that stings, painful, yes
but cleansed the smog
bleak past re-drawn, as we watch
the sky reinvents itself
in hues as true
i never knew
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