Pushing hard to find a rest of solace;
Clasping at the mirage of your embrace.
Seeking not wealth nor sure of destiny,
Proving myself a miser true, but of our glory;
More to be here for reasons on this heavenly place,
Clasping at the mirage of your embrace.
Crying aloud though I know you have heard,
Seeking penance for all I've done and said,
Praying in solitude for better end of days.
Clasping at the mirage of your embrace.
Sunny









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