Along the open way
I keep walking
Towards the goal
I keep myself bucked up
As long as my desires continue.
In the womb of impossibility
I grow possible way.
I furnish yearning
For having rested pleased.
One having longing approaches me
To keep all possibilities intact.
I'm optimist all along,
Not pessimist more.
Closing all dirties
I open the enlightened door.
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