I try to look at
Something far away,
But alas! Like a short chat
Discourses fall far away.
The wilderness strayed afore,
Trees, terrain obstruct the show,
Walled, blinded feel I before
Nature’s spread; feel low.
With narrowed eyes
Me cast a pinching sight,
Lost it is but in skies;
Something far and above the flight.
One picture is above:
From that far to my back;
Other end eyes don’t show,
Multi-coloured in between hack.
I gaze the one vaulting
Like the brow upon eye,
Below goes the sighting,
And the ‘far’ bidding one-sided bye.
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