In spite of our mounting sorrows
We let our faces to borrow
A comfortable look in lives ire;
We brave all rushing odds
Like the sea fairer in ocean mid
And plough the arable hopes
To sow the seeds of joys efulgence
In pleasant expectations with easyfull dreams.
Thou unseasoned lovers
Fallen on lives brazen fire and
May it sniff dreams doleful ashes.
Petal loves spread apart
Never bloom but only loom
Like scenting odor,
Always fading, seeking still more.
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