A new turn
a new phase
life
so lived
nothing earned
experience
understanding
learning
a process
a new turn
a new phase
a journey
lengthy, long
way ahead
let us see
what will be.
Crowds of people
Surround in a jungle
Search through masses
as a lost fine needle
Wonder of an end
desires of better stands
weathers of friends
nothing promising,
just a few strands
fight or flight
this is the only place, right?
accept it then
until next fall of rain
only ingredient through the pile
laugh, be merry and always smile
Come rain, come shine,
always
*Smile* *Smile* *Smile
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