Beautiful things do take your mind
On a wanderlust...
I sense a decline in Retrospect.
It's the hope of a mountain
Thats lost in the mist...
I thus cannot take my leave.
What is my humble life?
But a drop of existence
In the essence of forsaken time?
I belong in its glory...
Though it blinds my touch...
ThankGod for small favours...
Or I'm nothing much.
I savour my little treats...
Trust in their right...
Little I might have later...
As I disagree with life.
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