I,A Soul
with twittering,tweeting and chirps of chiffchaff
a sublime chime of hope resurrects inside
i,a wild rose,somewhere in the pastures grown
i grow,i alter every day,every hour and minute
Some days are filled with achromatic gloom
making ways for impending doom
To taste death one day,i live many days
each passing moment unite me with tale of yesterday
i am the present,who is past eating future perpetually
standing aloof from miseries and pleasures
that was not the rub-i haven't cared enough
I,a soul,who in the body,somewhere hidden
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