It is the lover's time
Will be the sinner's crime
Allowing to the thoughts divine
Open up my eye's regime.
Dawn to dusk, under the burning sun
Life is like a long unending run
Calm after a storm you staying remain
Wind touch my heart and blowing again.
Is it ignorance or it is wisdom
Is it a lullaby or it is the infant screaming
Is it the begining or the extremity of joy
Even a tiny beam of light suffocate.
Alas! when I open my eyes
Memories burned into ashes
Embracing the morning light surrounds
Here another day comes.
One sleeps to forget everything
One works to start something
Like a doorway of sorrow to ecstasy
Only the wise man uncovers.
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