The name itself race around the world.
I watch the Earth in a distance to witness the running name.
Their skin shout for black but the costumes promise a rainbow.
I became their shadow as the tribes walk to Grandstand.
I know now that my feet dance on the waves and the tribes on the shore.
The tribe dance the music of happiness untill the end but has the glimpse of pain.
In spite of pain I still want to become the tribes shadow every year.
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Ink of Heart
RandomThis would always be dedicated to all of my friends. My heart says a word listen to it. My mind beats of thought that yearns for audience to witness.
