life stand-still when dark breeze is glooming
no wonder where it will take you.
In despair you curse the holy
whilst every step you take
you see death waiting to grab hold;
you are in search of some foliage
Longing onto the thought of survival
your feet take you to places;
tryst you’ve become
You have no air to inhale, no water to soak
Sudden glitter gives your soul a bloc
you think twice it’s a hoax
you know it, but still you forward
Only to find it was a mirage
You are in search of some foliage
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