And all the times in the world had ended,
Only left breath taking a shower.
And then suddenly a sun rose up,
An early bright morning November.
Though tired,bored and restless,
Seems a fresh touch of essence.
I lie maybe I am confused,
Lest the ties are yet not tied!
Oh! Never in the history I found,
Or in the books scratched on paper.
Another chance blinks in me,
Like once that had created history.
For once that lands on earth,
The bubbles of dreams.
They come true with you,
So only takes up a chance!
Nothing else!
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