Beginning of a new age.
Yet stuck in holding back things at place.
Sitting on the top of the world.
All with hands and legs curled.
The silence and its need.
Engulfed within the entire breed.
At time puzzles me to its core.
Compelling me to think more.
And so this time will come and go.
Reminding me of that river flow.
Where nothing stops for good or bad.
And makes all happy souls too, sad.
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