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Unto the Last
They say…
“You have a friend to share,
Never need a mirror to see”
I say….
“You have a mirror to see
No friend ever needs your say”
All my friends in heaven need my say, they…
Grandmas, Pappas and the Holy Spirit
Why the hell, buddy, you seek the lost ship?
They all seek the disguised ship in their masked selves.
But if this day, true love exists
To look upon tempests to be not shaken
Let my ship sail to hit the Ararat rock and shiver
Even then I stay awake, unto the last!
Ganesh Bala
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