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Wonder

The lit passageways, the bustling streets.. The confusion brooding, over what your heart feels.. Still trees, falling leaves, gazing at distance, yet wandering miles.. Stationary wagons, busy companions, solace and smiling is all a skull thrives…

You wonder the wonder of wondering eyes, You hope these wonders aren’t all lies, You glare the wonder of settling skies, You hope these wonders aren’t all lies…


The crumbled freeways, the silent rooms, A bud of joy within you blooms, The movements that perished, the memories that vanished, yet carry a sense of mysterious vice. Locked structures, free flowing pictures, enslave us in our own device..


Then You wonder the wonder of wondering eyes, You hope these wonders aren’t all lies, You glare the wonder of settling skies, You hope these wonders aren’t all lies…


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