Some time I
sit and sit and sit alone
Not knowing
what I was thinking
But looking
around so pleasant
No nice,
sweet air, calm nature.
My heart bit
goes on
But I
couldn’t comprehend my mind
Travelling
from one things to other
I am not
able to tell you.
What is my
thought.
Still I like
to be like that
Peeping into
my self
Me and my
word alone
Don’t you
think so?
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