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Intermingling of passion

with suffering,

this life is,

what life is.

The colour of life

turns deeper,

a shade of experience

goes scarlet

like drops of blood

on lily white snow.

My being genuflects

in the glory

of the power

above us,

beyond us,

beneath us;

in the deep 

recesses

of the light

of the soul.

I wish, i was

a cloud,

a free bird,

a nightingale,

an eagle

but a human.

Life beckons

to live

yet shackled

in the chains 

of desire.