Monday, 15 September 2014

In Nigiora Mutare

Today it is burdensome to stand up and cheer up yourself,
accordingly, I prefer to have an encounter with a trance.
Gradually the leftover trust is off the shelf,
and thus, memories vanished at just a single glance.

Expectations are what zeal we see in the birds with adorning feathers,
but they ironically result in a trace amount of hope.
To be cognizant about these obligations made up by others,
eventually comes out to be hard to cope.

Nevertheless, negativity is purposely eradicated,
a little ray of hope proves to be carelessness.
The mist of darkness has completely segregated,
but the path unexpectedly illuminates endlessness.

It always is difficult to withstand a sudden momentum,
controlling the pace is another situation.
The face of the reality appears to be a phantom,
and this increases the distance from the beholding station.


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