The rustling of my mates mollified
When the howling gale deafened me,
When it vowed to shake my existence,
They bent a little and supported me.
Like children running towards their mother,
We fought to embrace the first rays of the Sun.
Drops of rain tickled us all, together.
Together we fought against the vagaries of nature.
Together in sorrows, together in delight
We stood by each other, day and night.
I stand alone, amidst a million memories
Yearning for the unreal, waiting to be wrecked
Departing the world with a hushed whisper,
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