Twas not a day which jus went away
Twas was not the same in any sense
Not the cotton clouds, not even the silent sky
were looking the same...sayin good bye
The light was more flashing
The sun was more warm
Not as Dim as wispy as it was
hallucinating as a big chuck of fireball
The breeze had the passion
the passion never before
Seems as if calling frm the fields
Calling in the lap of thy glory
Is it the same old story
The story told from ages to all
Or it was a new rise
A upthrust after a deep fall
Yes..I am a grown up now
To fight in this greedy world
Not to perish in their clutches
But to prove them my hold
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