Gazing Life

I recall my life and reckon through flakes,
I have so far in an exile of time and its frame,
Though not the plain I have come through,
Not the bed of roses I have laid upon,
Shelter and comfort of beholden and safe,
To fearless of lose and weakening dreams,
Not Loved and cared all the way ,but
I find tranquil when I look back to time,
I step before and watch me run afar,
To reach the end I always admire,
But tress left behind the shadow of ’em,
Be lovers and friends, I hold ’em still,
At nostalgia of time, I whisper my lonely words..
“Wish you were here to complete this journey”

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