I never want to kill
My dream
And don't want to be
A traveler of trodden black;
One day a diverged road
Took me here
To spare few moments
With me,
I kept myself yielding
Only for an hour
To get the ages for nice load.
And always a faded blue
Turns in gold.
My dream
And don't want to be
A traveler of trodden black;
One day a diverged road
Took me here
To spare few moments
With me,
I kept myself yielding
Only for an hour
To get the ages for nice load.
And always a faded blue
Turns in gold.
Dr. Ashutosh
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