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Two steps up
Slipping down
Will it be hard
To climb
Without an incline

These days
I don’t feel like writing
What I feel about
The feeling itself escapes my thoughts
But life has its say, makes you sway
In every way
Sometimes
It’s more than the sun and twinkling stars
And pearly moon’s glow  
Beyond the words the words have other places to go

Behind the palm trees
In the vast, rust coloured sky
Sets the orange sun
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