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Why do we crave where is the Potion the Magician waves

The wind brings leaves and it is

Morn

The Earth wakes up the

Sun a little sleepy

Looks like it is Rains

But why again this Craving

We want to Satiate

But is it Right to Ingratiate

What is not yours

Then we shouldnt

Own or Disown



And yet the Craving the Longing to be One with is There

But Joys are Overlooked then Why not Celebrate

The Joys of Smiles in Faces the Birds have Started the


Flight

The Village

Wakes up



The Gentry go about


Doing What they Can


There is a Huge Big Slab

Of Clouds coming a Crashing

And the Sun breaks out of it Splendidly

The Morning Star is Gone and

An Official Day begins

With Many to do and Forget


But this Thought of Goodness


Is for You

The Gentle One