Mist,
This and that, west and east all in mist.
And here I am in this sight.
With up and downs I lost everything here in feast.
Come on dear, you are free to express yourself in any words you like but be cautious chances are there you may face difficulties and fracture of wrist.
Bear it,
O dear, in no way we can go away from mist.
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