Where I stand

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The wind is slow and cold
The clouds are fast and dark
The city is quiet and deserted
It's where I stand.

Then, the wind is fast; not as cold
The clouds light and steady
The city is busy; not as quiet
Here

Today, there is no wind; calm
There are no clouds; sky beautifully blue
The city is no more; am in love with the village
Here I stand.

I stand, again and again to look
I do move again and again
Every now and then
But, am just a traveller.

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