Dusk has fallen
The evening sky, enrobes her grey dress
And adorns herself
With a lone star!
A lone star,
Which catches my gaze
And which bids me
To wonder about the cause of everything!
Why, like me
The evening sky shall die
To be reborn as a new dawn,
A new dawn
Invigorating those who shall feel its glow on their cheeks
Along with the blessing of the joys of life!
Like me,
The lone star
Shall cease to shine
Its demise shall break mirrors into pieces
And cause soils to rattle
While bringing seas to tumble by themselves!
Like me,
Nothing shall exist someday
Pray,
Maybe,
Not existing is the real state of bliss
When
Everything else
Is simply the weight of our karma on our souls!
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