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One life many journeys
 

 
Straying away to the strange sound of mystery,
Not concerned about my past history,
As I stumble and wander through these lands,
Not of my own, but through memories strands,
Time has shown, many things in this place,
The hourglass has sown many an open space,
The curtains open and close as we walk the path,
Ditching and dodging karmas wrath,
How can we walk when we should run?
Mind games are playing, self-having fun,
Another door another skit let me take a peek,
Another gem of the past that caused my heart to leak,
Pain and happiness are mixtures that brew,
The golden gem of joy, which we all knew,
Cured by flames and tried by experience,
Sometimes looking back, can be tense,
The beauty of life is what it is and should be,
We live and move on; itís not I but we.

By Troylato

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