I walked further,
To find the way I lost ,
In search of mine ,
Through my thoughts.
Begone! In the auburn reddish storm,
With audacity of evil minds ,
I got the way hard ,
With no fait about.
For the journey that I had almost,
I got a little more,
A frame of falter , with fair else,
And the words I got,
Never lost.
But the way I got ,
last with a fade respect.
-Shubham
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