Life,ends not in a breath,
Aversion to aspire,is death;
Much like the earth,alive,
Till the fertility has departed;
The breeze,full of spirit,
As long as the flowers bloom;
The river,in the jingle,keen,
Awaiting the rendezvous,overdue;
The heart beats,the soul sings,
Seeking,her glimpse,HIS touch.
Aversion to aspire,is death;
Much like the earth,alive,
Till the fertility has departed;
The breeze,full of spirit,
As long as the flowers bloom;
The river,in the jingle,keen,
Awaiting the rendezvous,overdue;
The heart beats,the soul sings,
Seeking,her glimpse,HIS touch.
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