Title of my story I could not explain
It started with some wish
Meanwhile it wandered all around
Beneath the pile of wings
It urged to fly far in the sky
Far across the way I used to walk
An ocean came near my feet
I lead it to my destination
It stopped somewhere between
Captured my glance all over again
I wondered it was a real eager beaver
Espied me from a distance
Agitated enough from a very long time
Blown smoke in its way
And crossed its arms with my hands
Obscuring nature of it remained
Wandering wish came to my place
It will roam all over again
And again the ocean will gather its entity....
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