Thoughts burn like fire in stove
Still
Destroying the strings of gaiety
Bewildered is the mind of thee
Hallelujah! tis time you shed the mask
Knew you not that to him that knocketh it shall be opened by being kind
Your sagacity is quixotic and blind
Beware, fooled by short lived obsession you shall lurch
This audacious wind has now left you twirled
In worthless condition ego condescends
Invest in growth and don't agonize
Reclusion is not about being free
There is always a rouse to find tranquillity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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