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Isn't beauty my gift,
Then why do I wander.
I search for its clues,
Wearing someone else's shoes.
Who doesn't want to impress,
To be heard atleast once.
Maybe in shadows of you,
I perceive my shadow.
I always yearn for love,
Hoping for a new sunshine.
Are my recesses at work,
Falling like ninepins do.
I pretend to not feel,
Yet remorse does come oft.
I seldom try to envisage,
What world was,what it was not.