Heart Tales 05
Paradox of love grants me the ecstasy,
where I could hope that I am not found,
Yet I earn for belongingness.
The essence of my soul flow through the stream,
I've danced in this fire many a times before,
Yet my heart earns for fieriness.
Won't you keep playing my spirit's instrument,
Each string pulled brings me solitude,
A blissful world where I only see -
It is where I am not oppressed,
A place where my wings spread,
My voice is heard and understood,
and my hands are not tied.
Would it not be wonderful,
To seep into paradise,
Leaving behind a world full of sorrow,
Now death is the beautiful truth,
As life had become the painful truth.