The Rising Ride of Ray’s
The day dwell in night
That prevails with all its might
The rising sun shines
Man starts digging under mines
The rivers rise and fall
Winds too blow and roll
The concrete is all that is visible
And bad dreams dropped in shackles
The chores very mundane
And they are left to my disdain
The rays of hope and joy
And the beautiful beds of poise
Are the companions for life
That makes me take the pride
On the path of rides
Where I reach with tides
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