I tie the ways of these bouncing days
Like string of pearls
While people swirl
While I may
Like leaves on tree
Which sway in breeze
But each sway differently
As if a life they lead
Past basic needs
Desire is the last feed
And the most difficult indeed
To seek or feed
But until these bouncing days
Bounce into some tragic phase
I further furl the ways
As if sugar coated glaze
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