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An Elegy on Death

The Death holds many grounds
Fly upon the hard-live head
With a mystery gets do rounds
Pass near the land of buried shade.

Before,years I entombed there
These years that going to come
I know one day I lie here,
Follow my death that life become.

The midnight I awoke dark-cold
Of summer's night, fills vassel of fear,
When my tears in doubt sold
When my life in dark snare!

The darkness I hold in mine
When good convert -dark spread,
Something I think as a Divine
At last, looks me as a weired.

The last time I got shock
I consider I'm still at it,
The mystery I hold not a mock
When live isn't live it's survive alright!

Genuinely I  buried in the place of king,
The place is his heart and I slept
From years in depth sleep,song sing
Birds awake in the midnight to love kept.

The restless bird is his mind
And  I awake in its conscious,
The pain we can all hide
From each other are furious.

Life takes a long journey
With white-night he got,
Pilgrim stop near love's survey,
That he begun in love's doubt.

Mourn on his death that I led
The heart I placed on fire coal,
Pumping for me,who doubt's fed
How I die in that guilty soul!

The death we got in vale
With delibrately doing wrong
Not a hoax and not so well,
Fine in pretending,hurt strong.

Lament on the death we nod,
Only one can leave the attraction
While both burning in fire's lod
Yet, far from each other,is tradition.

The whole wealth of tressure
The whole faculities of Heaven
Very pleasures,very peaceful sure,
But not any amout,I'm driven.

Okay! this lament places as always
But I don't care, better than remorse
That kill me in ever ways,
The unhalthy-mind is,the all of cause.

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