Overconfidence And Infatuation..
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Once I felt the breeze,
And it was very gentle,
Not really with any fragrance,
Only the fermented sweats,
When I was at the bottom,
Gazing at the stardom,
It took me to the top,
Carried me as a day old babe,
Unlocked the folded wings,
Roamed around the jungles,
Played with lions and tigers,
Never scared of their roaring mouth,
Pulled the tails of the elephants,
Sat in the mouth of the crocodile,
put the hands in the mounts of ants,
but pulled the snakes out of it,
The gentle breeze made it possible.
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