On a journey...
of fixed destination,
do not savour...
the wayward drops;
High spirited,
and confident be;
The destination
before your eyes!
Turn not often,
your head backwards;
Abandon attending,
the distracting festivities;
Keep on walking,
do not take rest,
in the midway,
under a shady tree.
Mykoul
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