Chasing the desire of wind
Is not a crime of creation.
Let the existence rebound
And whack the wall of cessation
Theories behind the pain
Hinders my wind to soar
I see light of sun in vain
And beauty of waterfall blur
My memory reminds me the same
Fear of the dark break the train
They want me to become tame
And mind compels to remember evanescent rain
Fleeting desire, hatred, agony and vague truth
Loves my demon run
So…I took the last disgusting breath
And my sweet wind is free for run.
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