We clash with mountains that tower against us.
In our unison blooms the magic emotion- Romance.
Your walls are enormous, yet I have my entrance.
Your halls are humongous, yet I have my own place.
I am composing a psalm but you are not so calm.
Lady, we hate what we live but our essence is in whom we love.
Victory or defeat, the battle is what remains common.
In dealing with reality I stumble upon this clarity.
Speaking high of our unity, it erases any such disparity.
I think we should dance, to troll our trolls.
If we take a chance, we shall romance.
The dream has green, the shade of prosperity.
With flowers showering, it is adding sheen.
Embracing you to lean, means it is totally seen.
Through this wander, we shall travel yonder- To our palace gardens brimming with joy.
I shall give it to you, in Capital letters- that no matter what, we are living together. -rPhoenix
No comments:
Post a Comment