My very end
sailing on a rocky and slippery path, yes that dusk lane.beneath the gloomy clouds trecking in the heavens.
I shall notice my very end, that arena, that yard embellished wih hard work, restless nights, joy, endless happiness.
Oh! I shall relish
the malign breeze shall treck down my way but it will never clog me, i shall never be in a ploding state.
I shall elucidate to thee, that malign frame prying this nice frame, i must propel...
Yes! we all are busy bees flying aimlessly, but that dusk bee must feed while it's alife, these my dark feathers will not grow frail, i shall never envisage them fail.
My very end, i will seat on that stoll of accomplishment relax and relish, will never depend!
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