The way ahead remained headlong
that seemed as an eternal ocean
legs were tired
hopes were dried
in the race to find paradise
Found ever green forests
That could cherish me
With the cool wind and crystal drops
And lull me in its green blanket
but someone said "this is not the paradise"
set out in search of the real paradise again
with a little flame of hope
that was not the greenest paddy fields
Charming with grace
Neither the flowing river
Nuturing the land with its crystal drops
Nor the tallest mountains
Raising its head very proud
not the apple field or an orange field
Not even the sky
With fascinating cotton candies
And not the milky way
The red planet or the blue
yet the path ahead was infinite
Where have i not gone
What have i not seen
Where have i not searched
The journey was long
The walls were strońg
The life was hard
Days were bitter
Hopes lost
Radiance gone
Soul indivine
as rotten bread
Moved ahead
Never searched paradise
forgot the happiness
And there one day
Heard a knock on my door
With the rotten soul
Opened the door
that was the paradise in my dooor
alas!but that was my last breathe
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