No Laurels for the Sacred Truth
We stole the Diamonds from our Soul
And instead - became like Stones...
With Vivid Dreams of Distant Echo
Shapes of Glory inside The Circle
And Silver Eyes outside the Window.
No Words can reach the noisy Heart
Her Shape of Moon will Shine tonight
Flickering in Blue Mirror of Starlight!
Like scorching vines above My Head
No Cry, No Tear and No Emotion
All She asks is just DEVOTION...
Cry ,Tears and Emotion !
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