And that was the day
Yes the final day
When finally
With a blow of air
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Two people conversing
Often land up fighting
When thoughts are clashing
And dire need becomes proving.
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Glorious is to witness
The dressing drill sky possess
At the break of day
Trying different colours
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The glow of story doubles
As the season of
Possessed spirit bubbles.
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The voice within me is loud
Rumbling with unbearable sound.
Mind is one such box
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Walking through the tall woods
Like the one Robert mentioned
In his poem road not taken
Happened to play melodious tune,
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The life so special
Dwells across flowing river
That never forgets to nurture
All that comes on way.
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Dwelling in delight
In the lap of serene tide
Far far away from the crowd.
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Fingers that feel
Beauty so real
Heal the soul
Wondering like a ball.
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The naturalistic watch
As my globe finally catch
The treasured fetch.
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