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.