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For what is despair? Left in the frame,
And all the other things had abandoned you.
But remember that for every tragedy there is an author,
Of Flames... Hope... They said.
All I see is love torn by war,
Caught in a loop of infinite struggle.
A landscape parched by mundanity,
Day to day routines. For what is truly emptiness,
If not such a condition, sealed in the flesh?

But how would you know? Faint voices calling,
That I must move, that I must go...

Found yourself? Such a foul concept.
Shrill, piercing love,
But I'd walk through the gates of hell to find you.
With sail at my hand, the wind is at your command.
The waves are the pulse of life through the storm.

A sorrowful tale, two worlds attempt to fuse as one;
Worlds of sentences built from nothingness-
Left to remain as nothingness.

For what is despair?
For me, fire...

For what is despair? For me fire...
For what is despair? For me it's fire;
It is life- warmth, love and war.
A ravager of Kingdoms,
A releaser of change.

A lowly instrument...
Navigation is set,
But the compass is hollow...
I see now through a different light.

Torch to lit the path,
As fate, it speaks in tongues.
For what is really dealt by random chance?
A lowly instrument,
Of flames... Hope... They said.
All I see is love torn by war,
Caught in a loop of infinite struggle.
A landscape parched by mundanity,
Day to day routines. For what is truly emptiness,
If not such a condition, sealed in the flesh?

For what is despair, If not for you?
For what is every second, If not for you?
You taught me life, warmth, love and war.
And as the rain fell from the skies,
- PETRICHOR -

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