Nought a sight of he is sought
To and Forth, the search grows old
Of worn out trails smeared dissolve
Underneath the subtle sited stealth
Cheerless smiles, the angst depressed
Hovering by like ghosts loitering by
An ample of thoughts takes the soul
But where could he be to behold
Living or dead, none can be told
Everywhere searched and he's untouched.
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