Light it glows in dark
love is, calling of lark
trust, your hand and mind
always drink water
seldom wine 😉
feel enlightened
with goodness and peace
doesn’t matter who earned dollars in heap
you will only take with you a flimsy soul
few stories untold
riches and balance,
are only yours
till you breath holds
then..its not your’s
anymore..
just dark grave and creepy soil
is your bed forever ..my dear good soul 😉
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