Away from the sunshine......I came here...
where I could see the avalanches,
I made it obvious that I could be extant.....
Wished to see my entity full of swevens.....
Still, I dread about my utterance....
I know I soar each day with arduousness...
But I believe in my credences....
I have a grasp of my atman......
It is full of beatitude..........still
Here.........in this sphere of life....
I am muddled with my thoughts.......
so much mislaying......and.....misfortunes
Dreams sometimes could be a catastrophe for life......
but.....with hardihood ..........face them.....and wangle them....
and make them promising.........aesthetically.......
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