A stream in a graceful way
Perhaps I am the solitary boat, roaming under the black-souled sky;
Perhaps under all the shout of my own self, lights have started to fade.
The nightmare – fiercely a choice, I created it in a grievous way
I have set your moments on fire; could I ever
Fill it with the sign of a thousand ecstasy?
I learn a little; I beat the past, love the path towards
the lights of scream.
Certain; the light you want, the fly you cherish,
Coming in a rustling way.
A thousand realities can run over my praise; you are the light,
A fertile stream that twists all the dark in a graceful way
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