my desire walks on the trails of lost night,
Moments that still linger back on slate of my mind,
In memories that sparkle like last faltering spark of extinguishing fire,
Like coal burning unattendly whole night;
I count my steps and time's momentum ,
For the thorns are sharp n distances long....
If i walk and walk for the sake of these gods,
hang me till i die, throw stones on my silver heart;
Hiramalik
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