Life is nothing, but a morning rain.
The silent bless of clouds
bloom roses in grains of sandy summer.
Why then, laments on its fall?
Wings of gloom seems to win.
Green springs of golden wings
outshine trials of chilly autumn.
Can life be a bunch of white roses, aromatic?
Thorns of cactus,
starless moonless nights
nurture veins of dawns in life.
Humanity, a feel of melting candle
decays by glowing
yet brightens orbiting dark.
Let's love cosmic space in little things
Walk on silver lines in starless sky.
Melody of life flows streams in deserts
albeit birds migrate in silence from you.
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