In midst of dreams I see a face
Garlanded by winds of mist and haze
The veins wish it be thy face
But I am trapped in unending maze.
Each day reminiscences of dream brings spark
Which fades down with the dark
With dark; mind ordains not to dream
But the bosom still rebels for gleam.
Stalemate of both brings mist and haze
I wish for end of maze.
Before end to be by thou is desire
But I remain, burning in fire.
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