Wednesday, 11 January 2012


A capricious anomaly was never a lie
As seagulls rose towards the turquoise morning sky
Like a cherry blossom, ripe and nice
Imagination of the technicolor mystery is passing by

Like an imagination dreamed in despair
Beliefs lost and crushed under the wind of hopelessness and vain
You're a heartless lady, but I have no choice to dare
The cold breeze of your glistening heart is the main source of my deep pain

As the smell of vicious betrayal and vigorous lies visible to any sight
The symphonies of gruesome treachery you always portray
Like the clock ticking as time passes through the night
It never fails as everything comes today

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