The Drifter’s Dilemma

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Rose in the air,
The fumes of victory.
After deserts and despair,
Fields green, finally.

Clear blue sky,
Soothing wind playing.
An alluring lie,
Or stars shining?

A divine soul appears,
An angel without disguise.
All sorrow clears
By those enchanting eyes.

Mesmerised by the beauty,
A drifter, a wanderer,
Losing his sanity?
Forgetting his nature?

With eyes blinking,
He tried to decide.
The turbulent drifting?
Or the tranquil side?

Being a drifter,
He chose to stride.
“Why?”, asked the nature.
The curiosity could not hide.

Replied the drifter :-
“I drift through the dark
To put on a flight.
A necessary part,
To appreciate the light.”