These days


These days, freshness seem a thing of pride

 These days, my air is filled with glee

 These days, I see tomorrow a close stranger

These days, yesterday reminisce no more                                                                                                

These days, a dove tells me a story of happiness

 Could be true if within  

My intent terminates the regression

Pushing through infamous humility


These days, presence amidst indignation

Perturbs originality so sublime

Weakens the toughest among the wilds

So gentle in the eyes of violence

These days I crave for a true friend long gone

With sobriety I pray thee return with strength

Thought unreachable far away

Indeed with us the vigour to thrive


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