Circular Path
Our lives are just a circular path, the more we go forward the more we go backward. Sparing love to those who did not deserve, paying attention to things which were not worthy of, these were all we did in our lives.
The more we rush, the more tired we become, in the path which is truly tiresome.
In this circular path, my death will be. Let my shrine be luscious unlike my life. Let the end be better than the game let the good smell hug my name, let the flowers cover this shame.
Let all passers by, all their noses to slow down and smell the roses.
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