Pleasure fully the lines on hand-
Start and end the life as innate.
Like the time in womb-
My province gets roped,
The skin shrinks dry,
Blood chills in the veins,
Breath asphyxiate for imitated chord,
Blue takes the stride.
Abandonment and repose -
Reforms my life.
How similar be ,
the situations of birth and demise!
Yet , both hold an alteration-
A state of liberty,
Assigns their distinction,
One comes with vitality,
Latter endowed by mortality.
1 comment:
As always... Its wow! Always I wonder how you imagine such stuffs....
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