once in a while
we have to smile
otherwise life is a bore
for we dunno what is in store
so rules are to be broken
words are to be spoken
life is to explore
those secrets in galore
flying up high
to touch the sky
once in a way lose control
the reason may be a woman's kohl
what if it was a moonlit navigation?
will it not be an exotic temptation?
in those green slippery rock patches
gleam that the slivery sand catches
against those, the serenading blue waves
later in the wind those passionate raves
without such treks
Life would be a wreck
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