Speak but not with words,

Rules aside won’t you allow.

Foots did step but ways don’t,

Milestones end but destiny won’t.

Praise you with measures,

Limits that tackle me in all.

Review that your style is,

Won’t attract that your smile is.

Praise that always is inside,

Urge to merge whose wish is,

Regret from the points of authority,

Grace that doesn’t harm your individuality.

Again your praise got bound in lines,

Praise that somewhere somehow you got inspite.

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