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Sunday, September 9, 2012


A route I will have to take,
As for me it is but be made.
To pass away into the wild,
To walk away into the cold.

There are many crossroads,
So had been many a shores.
But I had to keep walking,
As long as there is a route.

It had taken miles of walk,
With no one around to talk.
Yet the road is always clear,
With nothing coming so near.

The goal I wanted was simple,
And time I had much in ample.
I had to look for her ever, 
To have a company forever.

They say the world is congested,
As they have never digested.
Companion is all that we need,
To make our life a real treat.

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