If I begin from the
last breath
If I could steal the
last moment
Still it will be
insignificant, insignificant
All that has begun
shall end
And the end shall be
a new beginning
At the snap of
second, all gone by
The virtuous nature
still continue
But the one who like
to thinks owns the nature will be soon gone.
Nature treat’s
nothing fair unfairly
Randomity is
uniformity for nature
In snap of time
wonder architect vanish in vanity
The intertwine
juncture between the new and the old
The gay days break
down at the exact juncture and continues to fade faint
It matter the most
but seemingly mean the least
After all what we
have is what we have already destroyed
Make a choice but we
still parish at a juncture
The point is, that’s
the point.
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