Tears of a Freeman
Tendrils that soothes the river bank,
on a gloomy day - askance look,
hangs high like steam on their faces.
What begets this - a synergy? Myriads of thought runs aloof our threshold!
Celebration brawls our inner minds;
for the ecstasy is known,
purging feelings like an erractic wave!
Who thought of this - Gods among men?
Omelette of colours are born;
its' sight - a gory!
The feeling - a crawl down our spine!
Aye, we must rejoice for it?
Aye, for we bask in the euphoria of our ignorance!
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