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WILL THIS BE A DIFFERENT MILE?

Walking down the known aisle
Trying to read the familiar simile
Once again!
Hunting down the smiling guile
For nothing!
None to regain, nothing to reclaim
Crushing down!
The wilt of that wuthering rain

Heading up the tilting cross
That eerie feeling of symbolic loss
One that life keeps in store
That could, once again,
Send me for a toss,
Was there again, set to regain

Lost in the alley of loss and gain
When the life is thrown in mayhem
Just to regain, but nothing to reclaim
The undercurrent of that,
Unnerving omen
When the fugitive turns-in
Once again!
To the beaten, blotted, hunted pain

Desperate in the throws of,
Galleried woes
Linking the life, again,
To the rejuvenating rose
Believing in the words,
In their prose
Moments, when,
The desert sand creeps-in
Peeing-in through a hole
Making even larger moles
In the process,
Taking again,
The running scroll

Walking down the known aisle
Trying to read the familiar simile
Waiting to know all this while
Will this be a different mile?
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