Sitting on a gigantic wave's back of an ocean,
Tied up the friendship with dreams.
I was about to fall off from the backrest of ripple, but didn't I,
The stars, together, beckoned in the distant high.
With the smiling flow of red and blue fairies,
Limbs were rocking in the lunatic wind of dreams.
Their dreams were glazing evermore, as if the face was artistry,
Ambit also enhanced from one to one set,
As far as eyesight reached so, I looked through steadfastly,
There wasn't any kind of social customary overlay.
In the lap of another visible faraway wave;
Some adolescents were reveling in colorful thoughts.
I visualized blushful craft on a girl's underlip,
And navigated night long for a glance with ravenous eagerness.
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