The fruit of Solace
As I ate the fruit of solace ..
In the arms of my glory..
A vision envisioned to be timeless..
And my spirit celebrated the end of story...
Free from the veil of myriad choices..
I settle in my roots built along..
A mystery cleared, rejoices...
As I sit back to enjoy the juvenile song...
As the destined picture comes to life..
The colours shall breathe and rust..
For the solace runs with strife..
A strife for the lost thirsty soul in dust..
Basking in the afterglow of victory..
The thirst shall never subside...
As the zest lives through the story..
And thirsty soul is my only guide...