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Life on its tipsy scales
Tips to left and right on rails..
Holding onto our beliefs
We clutch the hollow joys & griefs
Till a day arrives when sun
Shines through, all thoughts undone
That Moved at the pace of snail
That life is turned on its tail
Topsy turvy tumbling haywire
Yet smiling, fulfilling all desire
Till then we prod,Β quietly we hum
Trodding along a path unsung
Awaiting for the tides to arrive
Till then we slog, for that we strive
The moon to shine blue or bright
And letting its magic act that night
For the Day to let enter the true light
Alight sweet dreams, Ahoy! Goodnight πŸ™‚
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