it has taken its revenge on me
this love.....
that i had so carefully nourished
it has showed me the path of defeat.
just a small pretty thing
i had cared for
is it the epitome of difficulty, this love?
that it has shown me the door
perhaps im a wanderer
in search of belief, a life
there is dust everywhere
there is green everywhere
of a faith that is shattered.
im not a romanticist
yet my realities are deceptive
for each minute of a dream
for every second of hope
fall like sand from a closed fist.
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