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I see pretty cars go by,
Shimmering in the heat,
The open sky reflects blue,
Beckoning from above.
I see noisy motorbikes go by,
The rider thundering on,
Somewhere awaits his lovely girl,
Beckoning from afar.
I keep walking past life,
Missing the bridges of destiny,
My kingdom is not of this world,
And I keep walking, wishing, dreaming.
© Dipti Agarwal
10/02/2011