Blue Roses

Like a repetitive note hidden in a melody
Giving significance to the sky in its remedy
Not hearing the flow from a space through a crack
Unless the vibrancy is constant in its subliminal act
Wondering when it is my own time to shine
Thinking of drawing a verse or doodling a rhyme
And when its whole magnificence is brought out to be
It becomes repellent in all of its sincerity
Later on forced to retract and move back to commonness
And remain in itself with a bold inner unconscious
Rejected by hope and all its remain
Given back to dope hidden in this game
For craving ten seconds of fame
Deciding to go insane
Splitting the brain
Can't tell a duck from a crane
All is same, All is plain
But still there in all its sincerity
It decides to stand up and move out this melody.


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