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Bewilderment

As the sun rises every day,
a burdened soul awakens;
fathoms itself to the might nature
and sets ablaze the memories.
Opening another door,
to the world of bewilderment;
chasing the sky and far,
with the hope of finding love,
for its world revolves around it.
Throned and stoned, it carries along,
far and farther, the journey continues.
As the sun sets every day,
a broken soul sighs ashore;
watches by the hues of bewilderment,
and drags along the darkened path.
As the burden gets heavy to bear,
it rests along with the company of stars;
where moon silvers the sky as it lullabies.
And as the gusts of wind hush,
amid the chaos of love and life,
it sets ablaze the passion,
far and farther, the journey continues.

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