Contain innumerable colours
My victory is certain
When my dust learnt to rise at birth
On my journey
Carrying my lantern of secrets
searching for special
Faces hidden in the mists
Who"d read my expressions flowing in my nerves
to see the dreams held in my eyes
read my fate lines marked in my hands
to determine my unseen destinations
I always wait for him-a stranger
Who"d voice my silence
read whispering glances
secluded I
await a lonesome
who'd complete the picture of solitude
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