I know of a dead heart buried in a body of white
Of a skin that glows crimson at the sun rise
Of a mouth filled with mysterious murmurings
Of an ear that witnesses mournful pleadings
A jubilant songbird sobs and sings at same time
Makes heavy heart heavier at every note piped
But I know too of woods in the north side
With heavenly perfume bringing senses alive
Where a ravishing flood washes away your remains
Tall palm trees to jump from or hang till you die
The wanderer breathes freshness but not for long
As dreadful creatures are hungry as they stride
A desire dwells as the air that blows through green
As you come under its soothing shade to sit
A desire free of fierce from sufferings of life
A desire to live again, to give life another chance
Human! your marvelous greed to remain content
A search never ending, A thirst beyond quenching
Its not in these woods that you will find homage
These woods are as dangerous as your agonized mind
Stay calm, go home, Its where you will always belong
Life is a path, travel through with a smile or just scowl
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