Take on Breezeway.
I feel the
cool, salutary breeze
That
blows from the trees and
afar,
As free as Freedom
itself,
Breeze piercing
even the
conch
Of Devas
and Seers.
Breeze passes
and pacifies
My dull
spirited self,
Seamlessly going
through
The deadwood
of my body,
Serenades Only soul
Which is
alive.
We live
to execute our
Carved out
experimentation
And expectations
too.
Until then
no dying.
Breeze blows
out .
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