Shall I thank the Eros?
for you to surface in my mind,
or thank him not yet,
for letting me go through the grind.
The mind is full of your dreams
and red are the flames of desire,
holed up and having no control,
I get roasted slowly in this fire.
Flows fast the river of time
sweeping along our golden age,
fate is restricting the choices
when will I get over this craze.
Ups and downs are part of life,
after every night rises new dawn,
you are the captain of your destiny,
why do you act as its pawn?
Don't you long for these lines,
and miss the blooming flowers
there is always be a silver line,
even in the night's darkest hours.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
I especially love the last 2 stanzas, so evocative. Beautifully written!
Thank you so much ma'am 🌼
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