Life is like unto wavering sea,
Reckoning death doth mortals see,
Wavering back and fro into an ado,
To our confused minds we bid adieu,
Sinking into water of negligence,
Compassed by the Abyss of silence,
As river of pain runs down and deep,
Bleeding from delta of watery weep,
Profusely flowing from shipwrecked heart,
Dying as youthful sunrays depart,
Cursed is the hurricane, O, Saboteur!
Our dying mortals lie as myrrh,
Fragrance flowing from abyss of unknown,
Where life has left its throne.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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