that question eclipses the anxiety irrigating my anger
just one day
Few hours of friction
I slip down the staircase of seasons we shared
we rejoiced
we smoked .
the urging finger writes this with moods of affairs .
i have dreams to sell
what would you buy ?
i ask not for you to be great but only that you be everything that make s you .
i am in distress amongst fellows
this distress should make thee resolute
for a return
for an inward parting ,
temporal blessings haste like a dream , beauty fades like flower, a single life disappears in a flash.
the tired day runs me down and dies
the same night wears through
and no hour is as that flower
that flower without the dew.
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