I was a man of no lyrical thoughts,
Wandering in isolation,
Abstract in everything I sought.

But then I fell in love,
From no purpose,
I transformed into a man to discern of,
My heart started weaving,
Many prose and several verses,
And before I could realize,
I was shining like some pieces of shreds,
Each bit colorful and vibrant,
Each tinge joyful and glee,
And I soared above,
Like some bird,
born to be euphoric and free.

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