Stare, Stare

Stare, stare,  the stunning nature color hues, the modern-style skyline architectures; where the world unfolds, the myths unpuzzled.

Stare, stare, 

beneath starry skies,

in the rhythm of the nature, 

our passion inspires,

our energy flows;

with every sound and echo, 

the memories could soar,

In the hustle and bustle street, 

we are not alone...

Stare, stare,

Strangers in the crowd, 

each with their own shadows,

From so close to far away, 

nothing’s as it seems to show;

So here’s to the adventures, 

the places yet to see,

could those tracks lead us onward, 

through the valleys and the hills,

oceans and desert,

every stop is a new beginning, 

every jump is a new thrill.

Stare, stare, 

the stunning nature color hues,

the modern-style skyline architectures;

where the world unfolds,

the myths unpuzzled;

every path is different, 

shaping the views so different,

the melody is instrumented with -

special tones,

all great stories should be told.

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