thick cloudy winds
this change again
the harmattan of change
and cries of pains
and pains of cries
abound
at the door post of wishes
and our a purpose
do you see, look at the sea
at moments of blinding opportunities
abound
rare lifelong visions
beckons us
in this twisted moments
of cries, of pains
to change we have to be
for this new freshness
of the new dawn dream
abound
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