Within which changes,
All turning,
In all that attention
A mindfulness of activity
One with life
Ripples as if a being and a me
Forming a circle and me it's hub,
This would have a touch
Just as prints of my fingers
Without with this uniqueness
What am I?
A sound of a name, developing a thirst
A boundary to conquer,
A mela to roam,
Too fast, then slow as seconds,
Fame and being a hero,
A happy story lived in instincts calling the life the lucky life
As if I could not achieve it otherwise.
I can happen, can't I.
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