Dilemma
This crumbling wall without a facade
around my home holding my dreams, I saw
and follow.
Here inside birds and bugs
choose by their willing, the flowers
bend and rise in love with wind
and till the steps their fragrance
spread.
And only this wall, its
minor footsteps I have to pass
and further there is nothing new
that I left behind.
Could this be innocence in
asking, something I have, something
destined or I am just
the star who lost its sky.
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