Outliving
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Fresh and clear;
Was the morning
Now it is evening
At the close of day
It is gleaming and shining
Through twilight cheers
And night creeps in
And then we see
Air, fresh and clean
It is again sweet morning
Enjoyment and desire
Hopes and wishes
In all living things go circling
Life a shifted scene
From morning to evening
It is but a passing wave
Fickle waves it is carrying
Pain and pleasure it is tasting
Like a boat it is tossing
Who knows next flowing wave
Will wash away which living being
We are just outliving……………
Very true said, which next flowing wave will wash away one....We are just outliving.... Beautiful poem with good message. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am impressed with your understanding of the nature of all. Waves of course are the indigenous basis of all things corporeal.