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To chase rainbows
To wonder, to desire,
To dream of love,
What to love and the latter
Are meant for tales;
Never for other than fiction.
Yet to chase rainbows,
Banes of the wistful,
Does sound enticing-
And I would remain timeless
And sound in fantasies.
And I may be groggy
and not at all pensive;
My words still make some sense
In my wildest fantasies.
To dream of love,
What to love and the latter
Are meant for tales;
Never for other than fiction.
Yet to chase rainbows,
Banes of the wistful,
Does sound enticing-
And I would remain timeless
And sound in fantasies.
And I may be groggy
and not at all pensive;
My words still make some sense
In my wildest fantasies.
Published 9th Dec 2013
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