Life's ways are diverse
But my tears of joy
And pains of separation
have ever been a toy
on the sands of time
writing and wiping a way.
In search of anonymity
since I was a boy,
Lost in the crowds of lonely
stars in the milky way
Shores of Oceans between
You, me and the smiles coy.
Wings get tired
at the end of each day,
Paths are never tied
To the destinies we try,
Hopes make us sleep
dreamless night and day,
May be our next morning
renders an endless sky.
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