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I walk every day to a far away way..
Where green land with blooming flowers..
still waits me ..longs for me...
I am not Sun , water or wind ...
just a wandering soul...
There among them is one old aging tree..
whether its hot or a cold day ...
It gives me shelter , warmth and peace
as if knows that what can cure my pain...
Far away from the green lands ..I live
in noiseful World of dreams ..smoke...
acid rain , loveless dates..fruitless ..romance..
day by day people live ..they die..
smiling faces ..tearing eyes...go..
heavy of thoughts and endless somberness..
I sleep the sleepless nights...
in hope that very next day
is my walk to the aging tree of hope...
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