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In all these days
And the life in my years
I've not found the door

To Olympus

Fate threw their sparks
To Ignite latent desires 
Growing walls that told how

To be inspired

Granted Wishes where trees laugh
And pretty flowers dance

But not the way they do
Under the harsh control
Of the wind .
But the way I imagine they would

If colours could sing

To be a part of the immortal journey
As a waterfall barks its foam into mist
Follow the hiss where new waters kiss
Until I've found home,

On a permanent horizon.

And if I did earn
A place among the stars,

Id spread my wings across the spanse
Of a universe yet to learn

And conjure twins of columns gold
As citizens flutter in silver hems

Or Deities under the eternal sun
Void of bitterness in the streets alike

But in the reality I'm from
I fear Paradise is too much to ask.

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