Stars remind me of the path I once chose for,
The wind reminds me of the perfume i once recon for,
Time still gambles by....
Cigarettes
A sanctuary I once smoked for,
This upward stream,
My paradise of white.
I pray as i breath,
My robust way of life.
Is it still dark
Tick Tock, Tick Tock,
Man! I love to gamble.
Mast! Jhakaas!! it has a transition in it...the transition I enjoyed reading...
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