Where I rove…

I just wish to move aimlessly,

In the world of noise, to deal vernally,

I do gather some shots,

Just to witness the tour and its froth,

Froth, which just vanish a step ahead,

Reaving my soul in pain and red,

I just have these memories to recall,

Shredding all time, but still counting spring and fall!

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