Never forgot I, wished I to an Acquainted night
Gave it a purpose, a nascent light.
Remaind awaited below the sky --
of my plight, pulled it I, a soring kite.
Never forgot I,
under the turf of ignorance I brushed it off
Still towered I to a great height, not a soul to see its sight.
Never born to see a Dawn neither we heed like one
turned it I - to a song.
Never would I forget to where it had gone.
And For how long?
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