Funny when they say best time is spent with others
When I enter my mind I see and image with no covers,
Peace light and fun indulged in happiness,
From there ill bring anyone into my arms to caress,
From there I see anything I can  render alone,
Fields of green, creatures of stone,
Trees of soul and water of crystal,

But if I turn around again its more than brutal
Routines and hobbies almost identical,
Smiles that are not heartfelt but sceptical,
The same grey lines are symmetrical.
Only the emotion like that of a building,
Lifeless and obedient to man, thrilling,

Let me go into wonderland,
Where time will stand,
Skies open and rivers will sing,
Tunes of awe that make your heart ring,

There's a window, its a world,
Its in my mind I will sit furled.




















Crying petals off withered roses
Water drenched surroundings yet dry sorrow falls
Exquisite garden of hope grows daily
One healthy young rose traded for death of the other
Happy cycles remembered least
For pain is the king of memories


Rose starves for blooming with pleasure,
But efforts are sold for a cheap price
How sad it is being a fact


Shoot starts to appear in a pleasant morning
Therefore the cycle of the rose begins again.



for those of you who don't understand.
-this is a poem i used to describe humanity's heart more likely that of a woman with a rose-

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