The road of the life,
extends,
with bends,
we bear,
the fate,
sooner,
or late,
we find love,
or some hate,
and some other conditions,
some doubts,
some suspicions,
some beliefs,
some deviations,
when we take this road,
with evens,
or odds,
we weave,
stories of miser,
and joy,
and of some,
different,
we wonder it more,
when we find some corner,
like rejected toys.
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