Lost To Be Alive

Lost To Be Alive ballad

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Like the cold old mountains
And the sorrowful seas
Are there, forever,
Immobile; souls and minds.
I’m lost,
Patiently lost.

Like the tender fairy wind,
Comes with such magnificent swift.
Like the roaring river
To be absorbed into the lover’s arms.
I’m lost,
Excitedly lost.

Like the morning purple sun,
And the birds singing, of their homes.
Like the twilight of the setting sun
And the birds flapping back in flocks,
I’m lost,
In honesty, I’m lost.

Like the evaporating water
And the clouds that rain,
Like the changing seasons,
Like the eternal foreplays
Of nights and days,
I’m lost,
Perpetually lost.

In the depth of mother’s eyes;
Like the genesis of time.
In the touch of lover;
Like the revival of the dead.
I’m lost,
Beautifully lost.

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Aloke
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We are also lost in the beauty of the poem. Excellent. Passion and imagery go hand in hand. Stunning !

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