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Golden past has discarded
me,
luminous present isn’t
accepting me,
eclipsed moon of hope
hangs on future blind
casting its fickle, pale glim
casting its fickle, pale glim
upon my ravaged soul
sieved through clouds
of mind.
Some invisible, irresistible
wind
sweeps me along
with it
to touch that ultimate
horizon,
subconsciously, subserviently
like a broken, frail feather
-
destined to float n’ fall
in oblivion.
Still something meandering
inside
cherishes flavors
of yesterday,
smells aroma of
benevolent today,
senses aura of tomorrow to say-
“fly on, keep journey alive!
“fly on, keep journey alive!
under shiny moon in your way."
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