Afterlife
A jinx I bore halts now,
Rays peep through black clouds.
Trees blossom after a decade barren,
Smell of Gardenia accompanies the breeze.
To bid a final goodbye,
I turned back, the castle now,
A mile away, almost a speck of dust,
In a vast green painting.
To wander in a world as such,
Upheld virtues once and twice.
Though they blow trumpets proud,
Of vices I'm unaware.
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