As for love,
In strings of hope
I see through tradition the gasps of grief from lost dreams
And burned love.
Still holding on, I find my heart in romantic abyss
As if experiences and tales do me no effect
But what should the heart do if not yearn?
And the eyes, if not to wander,
And the mind, if not to dream.
Leave me
If in my quest I get lashed by destiny's whip,
A step I will add in success loop,
If in wandering I find what is beyond my reach,
I have gained in wisdom of the world,
If in dreaming I loose to reality,
At least I tasted hope this close.
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