It is a rare day,
When I start sharing my insight,
In midst the crowded forms,
I belong to the city of joy ...
Bundle of glares and tired origin,
Sometimes distorted original thought lines,
They ramp my day,
I judge them go ...
A busy way and dark,
Injects experiences to my self,
Growing old as the sin ages,
I emboss myself ...
Clouded blue and matted forms,
Mixed with the eternal dew,
With beautiful tune embracing me,
I get lost ....
When I start sharing my insight,
In midst the crowded forms,
I belong to the city of joy ...
Bundle of glares and tired origin,
Sometimes distorted original thought lines,
They ramp my day,
I judge them go ...
A busy way and dark,
Injects experiences to my self,
Growing old as the sin ages,
I emboss myself ...
Clouded blue and matted forms,
Mixed with the eternal dew,
With beautiful tune embracing me,
I get lost ....
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