oh!
the knot of life, so complex..
when try to open,
becomes knotty...
people say: -
he is a lucky guy,
touches the knot it opens.
morning hour used to see,
'ephemeral pearls'
gets confusion,
always i ask to me,
is it tears of the night,
or the pearls of the day?
is it woes of the stars,
or the dancing feathers gay?
i search what am i?
Mystery or History...
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