Asking to chase the mirage
And those reins in the grim voices
haunts like seabirds.
And the empty mind gets filled
With sorrowful thoughts
And sails in directionless path
Leaving us in a whirlwind
The morning like clear water
At the seashore waits
For the sun to rise and clear all doubts
The seesaw of nature
Swings our mood
Like waves on waves
And we wonder what the next
The night will bring with it.

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