Cherish Yours
My life has become bald as your head,
Nothing better grows on it, not even a single hair,
Visions had always been clear, now they seem blur,
I know my behaviour is rampant, yes that makes it rare,
I say Cherish Yours
My life has become bald as your head,
No condition is permanent,
I know I will cultivate something better at the end,
It's not only me, but I heard someone also whispered!
My life has become bald as your head....,
And I said Cherish Yours..
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