The twisting of my moods would lay
the eventless story of a day;
My possession-less solitude,
in my daily happiness intrude;
The leftover of dreams prolonged
broken glass while walking on;
The ever-shrinking hope regime
is overdone by the evening time;
My reveries are the only way,
in this eventless story of a day,
in a quest for some worthiness
my mind events give happiness.
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