It is cold.
and things knock as i still behold.
Aw ! The world is never cared for.
And heart travels on parallel tracks.
People are left far behind..
they -the satisfaction of a kind.
Today i cannot bet that i do not regret.
Running barefoot on the desert's sand, all day long..
i ask where exactly do i belong ?
Perhaps i at places lack,
people at front and people at back.
Yet no one besides..
away from my hive everyone slides.
sweeet :)
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