In the midst of concrete jungle
Where dreams live, life tangles
I hunt for a spot with my finesse
Where I can see life’s axenic face.
Where there is calmness of heartstrings
Melodies of birds – joy they bring
A feeling free from poisonous brace
How lovely would be my loneliness!
Yet life exhibits its cruel act
A Fallen race’ dismal facts
A belief of mine lacks the space
No place for Eden on earth’s base.
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