If pure love has become a crusade;
Life ends up for a death of persuade;  
Remains accumulates to bones; ashes;
Promises shared by a bond of wishes;
along with those wild winds of change;
Words  blown away with no exchange;
Passions emerge towards open mind;
Missions are sometimes hard to find.
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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