looking other hands,
which shake for straingers,
on side roads of life.
i bearing the memories,
of sweetened pains,
got on goodbyes,
from past,
and on waiting the future,
to spread on, like sunrise.
getting slow vigours, on defeats,
and upgraded on winning.
for me and for you,
are different realities.
but the same sunshines,
and the moonlights.
we live, and die,
for different purpose,
let us take
some road,
for getting,
generation solace,
to eternal path,
endless beverly.
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looking other hands, which shake for straingers, on side roads of life. i bearing the memories, .... roads bring memeories and chrish it.. lovley write and inspiring one.... read mine..mary to mary, miss i miss u... slippery ground and poor friend