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The Ebbing Boon

THE EBBING BOON

Evenly a tunnel to be passed.
By life
Gradually it comes in disguise
A merger of wisdom and chestiles.
Weakling strength of faded manpower.
Dimed eyelashes
Frustrated veins flashes
At a point the waist is lashed.
The vessels fades like water clashes.
And like a washer pottery.
Beaten by life.
Fingerprints of struggle
Would show all over Like Google
And now, some monks
Some sages,one would not mock.
A boon ebbs
Ebbings that no one could help
A time cometh 
That time can never outrun earth
My time,your time would sound like a hornet
A time boons would ebb.
Ebbings that no one would help.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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