If I had won, it was like a victory
If I lose, it's still a mystery
Wasn't ever given a choice
Never between a virtue or vice
No more gilding of the illumination
who is refrained from the reverie of rejuvenation
and now, I am all out of the enamored Hallucination
At exigency, my heart now sings....
a cacophony of "TATTERED ROOTS AND WOOING WINGS"....
No comments:
Post a Comment