The Same Mistake
Gait through the garden it was, I had seen many flowers there.
Effloresced they were, each shaded with its own belief and indulged from kisses of the butterflies.
Still, my legs weren't still. They were chasing that minuscule bird who landed lastly and correctly on the petals of lotus.
Ardent strokes of love in the heart, continuous blaze of light and unblinking gaze of the eyes; in the epoch of desisted time it was.
And I trod for it.
Then, in a desperado, I ignored that mire around my fave flower.
I was sinking into those ruins.
Still, my legs weren't still. They were chasing the same dream, that charm before the eyes.
I died in that lake, choked in mud and exhausted due to the blows of mitts.
And today, I am back, reborn!
Reincarnated by the lord, I am watching my beloved, the flower of big petals and extreme allure.
Yes, I am watching the lotus. Like life starts and ends only here, in whims of loving and getting him.
So, I have decided!
That I won't go back concerning the life for zeron worth of living, but head in the direction that small nectar sipping bird is.