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Beauty of Darkness
The Real World has woken up
As the Charioteer Slept to Oblivion
In a Sea of Perpetual Grace
And Cascades of Unbound Sorrow!
The Visage that beamed all day
Has now taken off its Mask
Standing in front of the Mirror
That no one ever could borrow.
The Lone Bird that left for Home
Lost his way in the Dark
Leaving his mates way Behind
To a World of No Tomorrow!
The Angel Cast her Love Wings
Over Wandering Bleeding Hearts –
Through innumerable passing Circles of Life,
Numbed to Serenity by a Slung Arrow!
Your Friend Weeps with you
Walking down the aisles of Unknown
As Uncountable eyes Gaze you both
Embracing a World Sunk in Sorrow.
The river, drenched in your Spirit
Looks a Forlorn Passer-by now
Ambling and Rumbling to the endless drag
And Nesting finally to Mother Sparrow.
Your Sojourn will end here soon
Yet your Footsteps won’t Die ever
In an Abode of Golds and Diamonds
Your Love Blooms to a Pristine Morrow.
As the Meadows dress up once more
Yours Tears were Swept away far
To the Path your Love also went
Forsaken and Unavowed, by a friend Narrow.