feral blues

Yesterday,
when power had gone
I met "U" newly..
"U" (---) glowing--
glowing red
and
"I" (---), keep falling
as molten wax..
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Today,
I am walking a road,
that was never mine.
Its not "U"; rather the curves
I had choosen to find "U"
at a node, betrayed...
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Confidence! is so poor to hold often!
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Tomorrow,
I may laugh; once,
louder, more louder
while holding a rose
upon the palm
and
failing to discriminate between
YoU and PaIn...

V@@S...