Of my crowned sylvan friends
On either side of the track
Preventing the listening some beams
From alighting on the soil.
A started from wrestling
At the bossom of its mother Earth
And hence night or day I know not
These words are carpetted
But there is light within
The suite petrichor after the downpour
Rejuvenates my senses
Freshness raps daintily around
The dance canopies
Join hand above me,
Infinitely my black ink
Flowers bloom within
It's this untrooden track that I choose
To quench my thirst for an unending ride.
I wish this journey never ends
Oh how I wish this journey goes on and on...
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