Merrily swinging in time with musical beats of talent,
exercising daily without recrimination or disuse.
Formulating constantly, a myriad of tunes to comply
with inner talent.
Writing compositions in mind's blank pages, filling
conscious moments with satiety on desert plains of
intense desire.
Searching no more, because life has arrived on
doorsteps of future fate right now.
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