Chocked to live, not to die
Pants to breathe a slice of life.
She needs to defer with the world.
She longs, she cribs, she wrestles
in a world that resists to fill empty vessles.
She thought she defers with the world.
Once a fresh air stroke her soul,
A magical whistle dipped in a holy bowl.
Now, she defers with the world.
How pity are those moments that trick on us,
Steal sanity, kill vanity, never let you pass.
Still she believes she defers with the world.
It was when she came to know, the nocturnal wind belongs to the trees,
The whistle is to charm the breeze,
She failed to defer with the world!
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