Every second persons life story/cycle.
Running over the ashes of my past,
seems i know this place running fast,
trees so dry as if they died out crying,
i noticed signs of white shadows flying.
Running faster from the mysterious powerful shadows,
i followed dying foot steps of my past all along,
fearing am i on the wrong way yet again?
Or is it another chapter where i am to be blamed?
I admit i did somethings i am not proud of,
i feel ashamed but can not simply cry out,
my decisions were affected by the five prime feelings of life,
i can not blame you for pushing me to the dark side.
I am still living with a ray of diminishing hope,
fearing if light would penetrate me and would it ever snow?
the white shadows will never give up the chase this i know,
i too want to glow but i am not just strong enough to let it go.
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