Just As Long ‘We Are’..!

Just As Long We Are..! short poem

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Just as long ‘We are’, together
Let us tickle,
Let the mind run utterly fickle.

Let’s run into the sheer wild,
And not let anything be absolute mild.

Let’s indulge onto the fantasy spree,
And let our almanac be far from free.

Just as long ‘We are’, together
Let us skip and hop.
And we shamble around? No! nope.

Let the time not be of any bound,
Let gelos not build in pounds.

For we not know, how long.
But as long ‘WE’ are….
Let us call it ‘Living for the Loving’.

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Prutha

Such a heartening poem!!! In love with your works!!!

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