Hiding behind the curtains,
A watery grave of solitude;
A simple click and a small prick,
Running the yard askew.
A tingling feeling underneath,
And a small sign of breathlessness;
All very well veiled in the curve,
Of an eternal burning sunshine.
The search is unending,
And the paths are multiple;
Strutting along each of them,
And changing the course often.
An undecided mind,
And an undefined goal;
Leading to the loops,
Of the eternal hope!
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