I've been the traveler,
In this voyage of Life.
I've seen everything,
From the sun to the
Moon and the stars.
Those colourful
Flowers that blossom
and dry,
Reminds me like them
I'm also growing to die.
Life has given me
Some lasting relationships,
Which the sword of death
Has begin to cut
from the below.
I'm in a dilemma whether
To love life more,
That has given me a
Wonderful dream,
Or death that would wake
And take me to where
I truly belong.
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