By the bars in Broadway,
on the pavement.
A just a little nap;
which would have done for mad.
In broad sunlight.
Busy people on the road,
having cervesa.
Not on Sunday, or Saturday,
Not on weekday either.
Not on a Rainy or a Holiday.
The death wish of mine,
is to die on a Sunny day.
Love lost and love regained,
and a burst of explosion in life...
Of adventures and,
reading the advertisement boards
on the streets...
or playing chess.
Off day or a working day neither.
Weather this or no,
Yes,
is to die on a sunny day.
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