One More Time

Dreamt without permission

Prayed without authenticity,

In blazing sun, the touch

Of shadow and destiny

The smile on tired lips.

A sparkling dignity,

A gleam in wandering ryes,

Existence of dream personified,

To capture the most doubtful glance,

Or, to forget life’s dreadful plans,

One time balm on blistered soul,

On scourging face a spanking role,

Falsified curves on tired lips,

For once in lifetime I felt this bliss,

The time I stood rather than survive

Once in lifetime I felt alive.

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