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The time was lonely,
while my day cast stars
stars, unseen by the night.

I was howling through the bamboo,
rustling onto the leaves
stifling from the beggar's yawn and 
roaring into the tide.
yet I was with none but me
in wanderlust, in quest of glee.

I was caressing the ripples of the lake
glimmering through the creak of a door
shimmering onto the mirror that held a smiling face
ablaze on the heated coarse sand.
yet I was with none but me
in wanderlust, in quest of glee.

I was meditating upon the shambles of soil
casting colour onto the solemn' main 
setting destinations for their wings to flap
cleaving between day and night.
yet I was with none but me
in wanderlust, in quest of glee.

I was coarse yet firm,
bore their footsteps without frown
held their roots to my bosom
nurturing them to shoot and blossom.
yet I was with none but me
in wanderlust, in quest of glee.

I was told,
here is glee.
I am here to flap 
not flee.
 I broke some hearts
and told to me,
"you are with none but me
wandering yet rooted
in quest yet in glee."

I asked me;
"what are you in quest of, then?"
and it hit hard,
hard enough to not mend
"I am in search of me!"


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Every dawn dooms with wail


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