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To the one who turned stranger

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Journey

I started my journey along with you,
I began from where you did,
I thought I was to continue someone’s journey,
But I realized my life is all that's meant for me.

I started when someone kicked the bucket,
But not repentant as I have to ascent,
Our avenues were based on different perspective,
When you encountered adversities your flow was inactive.

I started along with river of flow,
After downpour of snags I saw rainbow,
You were like the air that blows,
And efforts that fall like a row of dominoes.

I ended where I wanted to be in dreams,
As I have travelled the road of extremes,
You finished up with tawdry in hands,
That slithers from hand like sand. 

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