Pensée Of Anemones

...rarity

A bundle of joy searing through cotton ladden skies

Hope and deception were always hidden in a rumbling anticipation

A poesy of trials and error enamored my passion

No matter how hard I failed the obsession pushed me to exhaustion

All the sleepless nights spent daydreaming

Yes daydreaming because nights and days had become confusing

The more the adventuring mind gets lost, the more it finds itself

Thus is the life of the warrior who chose war as a gratification

And noble is the heart who gives praise, to the Lord who created him, through hardships and ease

And ever is rare the soul who keeps on believing till eternity