Life Is But Short
Far away
Did I hear them cry
For a bossom
Never tender to come.
In the cold dry wind
Against deaf hears
Like dead men alive
The vulture keeps awake
For what was never there.
The lost conscience and patience
Though no one cares to hear
Mother Nature is all ears
She keeps alive
And waits patiently
For greedy heartless vultures
To sleep and wake no more.
Life is,but short.
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