From The Very Start,
I Used To Stare
And observe.
Birds Growing Up Systematically
With Wings,
Empty Boats Impatiently
Wait For Returnees.
Soft Glittering Shades Of Existence,
And sound of Guitar At Night
Can Steal
A Bite Of Adventure.
To The Very Last,
Slowly And Steadily,
Pleasant Adventures
Filled Days And Years.
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