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Maze of Ambivalences

I was gone with the wind of life
lost to the world
like a drop of wine in a sea
never to be salvaged
and tasteless I became

You, one like the rains that fall on a sunny day
I got soaked because of the illusive beauty of the rainbow
dancing to the soft spatter of the droplets
but come tomorrow, I was cradled in my sickbed
beauty of the rainbow vanished with my health

As the petals fall from a once beautiful rose
remember my demise
like the rain soaks the earth
I soaked my pillow with muffled cries and woes
while you dined in my agony

When the fires burns savagely
remember I was pained
like the wood I waned
warming your bed of lies
afraid to let go of the illusion

Amidst the storm, remember my poor heart
that tried to turn to stone
every time I laid in your bed
cuddled by the lies you wove
scented by the sweet nothings of your empty promises

As you experience day and night
remember what we used to be
with beauty and glory
the beauty of atmospheric phenomenon
forgotten with dread of emerging harsh gales

And as day and night comes
while the fire smolders
storms come
I relate to the broken pieces within
and broken I remain

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