Airy clouds sweeps by
In eon, has gone and come
Agog presence, dabble in dab its lure
Beckoned of its beauty, I bask in its gaze
Dwelling in alley that guides to beyond
Alloy of reasoning, of emotions
The annals of memory calls in
Secured in airy clouds that sweeps by
Abraded memory come gleaming
Oh beauty ashen
Auburn hair turn grey
Glossy face wrinkled
That precious now banal
All to bane that bangs, bangles banished
Like airy clouds that sweeps by
Came, gone
Hiding in shells, dwelling in darkness
Oh pride that comes with being desired
Oh pride that comes with being different
Like airy clouds that sweeps by
Came, gone
Abut angst unsettle in my vein
Of acrid heart of yore ado weaved
With aegis of beseech that greet
Came, gone
As age sucks that which made desired
And pleadings that seeks shrinking
Apace to passed over
Only to grasp desired presence engaged
Oh voice that call sweetest now call horrid
Oh skin that call radiant now call wrinkled
Oh hair that call curly now call grey
Oh aged flower now called
What atone more shall attain
In this aura of barren treat
Shall aver that long beget bleakness?
For each behest unnoticed, bevy of bewails breed.
Airy clouds sweeps by
As I alone be
Once desired by all
Wrapped and devoured by conceit
I turned and faded,
In pride ignoring them in demand presence
And now hugging cross I made
That begins hence
That hence ends
All, soon shall fade
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