Swaying to the whistling winds
The days go by
Dancing to the waltz of time
Here, where dreams take flight
The days go by
Neath the mighty mountainside
Neath a clear star adorned sky
Where oaths are taken and promises kept
Upon a lachrymose goodbye
The days go by
Quietly behind your gaze
While new conversations are made
And old associations fade
The days go by
As burnt memories settle onto the hearth.
The Horizon in sight might seem bleak
Spirit frail and light, soul fallen weak
People appear and then disappear
So are we meant to only pass by?
Strolling in this garden for a short while.
Long after, while you reminisce
Of the days gone by
Young men will still walk this way, like you did
Finding themselves, like you did
Rambling in this monsoon paradise.
-Written by Pranav Parashar.
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