Fragrance
My dear sister, thy remember mine?
A little!
What lies in sorrow or in joys!
Life is nothing but a
Battle.
All we come here but will mingle with the infinity;
Time is infallible, doesn't have compassion
It will take us away and tis its
Divinity.
In the beach of life we engage ourselves
To create a lot of joy and the wealth,
Meanwhile the great time plays its
Whistle.
Then, the God almighty
Stretch his kind hand to us all,
To collect our soul.
I have to go to his divine lap
Decorated under a coffin
From where I had
Been.
Will thy heart be heavy and dry?
Pour drops of precious pearl
From eye thy! Fragrance;
On the eve of
Good bye.
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