Once upon

" They deem me mad because
  I will not sell my days for gold;
  And I deem them mad because
  they think my days have a price "
                               - Gibran

When my darkness reminded me of a sunshine

there you are ! entering my soul lucid and laminar

Ghosts of time may have stopped the ticking of clock

and wondered who you are; to the reach of their thoughts

" Arrow of a heartless warrior or
   a word from thoughtless mind

  may be the thorn covered under
    petals from sovereign land "

And how far their thoughts may reach will never attain

the level of vision you brought undistinguished

And they move back again and settle upon

" victim of nature's ill, wrath called .. Love "

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