The wind blows past my face
As memories flowing by
The evening casts no shadow
As a body fading away
Even gracious mountains, won’t be always
How will my words survive
Fluttering leaves, the busy dust
As mind racing for tasks not done
Rest thy, in peace, the blinding eyes
Let the soul take over, to glory divine
Saturday, October 22, 2011
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