passing through the careless wall
ready to cut, ready to endure
this shameless lad, unfathomable
for nothingness glimpse of survival
though stuck in deserted view
still verbose praising his hero
conquered by the silence of rain
with a warm heart but untamed
bliss describes the outside
there's more in inlying conviction
buried countless sentiments
wiped out by white apparition
unwanted to some, heaven's sake
loved by many like thornless rose
belongst to which garden?
what's a rose without a thorn?
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