My cuckoo must have disturbed, But please don't hate
It had risen from death bed, to sing for the Spring
When you were in an ocean, of love and wine
I tried to reach, with this dream stream of mine
While I was drowning, in a whirlpool of Illusion
Why didn't you burn the Bridges
Which were
I lost my Sun, Moon, Stars, Rainbow and You
Nothing belonged to me and now I knew.
My Soul Mate! I had never tasted the sweetness of your love
I wish I could drink that nectar for a single moment Now...
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