Few cherish able moments of my life,
Seems to fly way with the winter breeze…
Like mist in the morning,
It fades away as time goes deep…
As I purge all my sins away,
Empty was all I left…
Swept along the whole mile,
Not even a single smirk to be seen…
Obfuscate about the actions that might curtail the joys,
My mind inveigles me to believe…
Though the path lay thorns of poison ivy,
Keep walking is what my body believe…
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