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The In-betweener


Somewhere between love and hate,
I created a space to breathe,
A space of magic and madness.
Somewhere between earth and sky,
There remains a time of unconditionals,
Where rulebooks and laws are invisible,
Where timelessness hovers in the air pridely proselytizing music of another realm.
And yes,
When my existence lies somewhere
Between shackles and wings
I run to a space where
Tulips never die and
Lilies never bloom
And then,where will you find me?
You will search me in all realms
Of imperfection's journey to perfection.
But how long can I stay there?
I go to the labyrinth of
Years of tangled emotions,
Where tears get injected to smiles
And death to life.
Unable to differentiate them,
I grow into a tree of knowledge.
When the sun grows thicker and brighter,
You will find me
In the midway between heaven and hell.
Standing between bondage and breakage of nature,
Baffled and uncertain,
Will you be the serpent or the God?

A.C

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