Slippery street to wisdom and knowledge
Quivering spirit seldom acknowledged
Beautiful orchids caged by deceit
Tricky bees fulfilling the cheat.
Drunken thrills of reverberating chills
Across the mountain of plume and red hills
Ignored by the birds hovering the cliff
Concealing the bondage like a furtive thief.
Fleeing from the seeds of blooms and poison.
Sweeping the leaves and pollens of reason.
Accepting repulsions of unspoken passion
Swinging pendulum of sullen destructions.
Wrapped by the light of willful surrender
Trapped by the might of a deceitful pretender
Enticed by the kiss of ignorance and bliss
Embraced by the bondage and its darkest abyss.
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