Fantastic Fantasies
I longed to live
In a blissful bond
Of fire and fragrance
In those tender terrains
Where dreams were born
And love was free-
Those charms and cheers
Of bloom and bliss
Like Autumn flowers
Were stolen by season:
Seasons bereft of dreams...
Dreams forgotten at dawn.
I live to love
The bond of bliss
Between fire and fragrance...
As stars snug scars
And gains garnish pains
In a romantic reality-
I live to love
This terrain of truth
Bereft of fantastic fantasies
Of flawless flowers
And beautiful butterflies
In unseen golden gardens.
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