has robbed my nights of its sleep
when i need to follow the fragrance
i sit here and weep
how can i say
where it would lead.
a dream taking
the colour of desire
is the beginning
of a long walk on fire
makes me believe
it should lead somewhere
and I must leave everything
be out there,
looking for you!
you must be someone!
you could be anyone!
but this way
even if you turn out
to be no one
i will be content
that it was just a flower
seen and unseen!
and to the world at worst
it will remain to be a pity
that a flower smoked my dream
and robbed my nights of its sleep
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