Every moment i try to simplify my actions,
some go deeper through my eyes and also sinked in my brain,
am doing things all in vain,
uncertainity has befallen through my path ...
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
Your cover is wrinkled,
And stained and sprinkled,
And warped and crinkled
From sleep on the grass.
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