I thought it would come to me
Destiny's Design
A blueprint
Droped from heaven
Like a spiraling paper plane
But at three scores and ten
I've waited in vain
And now even the green grass
Of my myriad dreams
Have turned to straw
I keep staring skywards
Waiting for raindrops
To wash them away
In rivulets of rain
Along with my accumulated pain
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