They walk and interest us in our deeds,
Posing questions after weddings and festivals
That shatter our praises from the heart,
They walk alone after the meals and stroll forever.
The life within is splendid tonight,
Our lists listen too far, our light is little like opulence.
The words have arisen and disobeyed us,
Random thoughts physically replace us.
The roots of the far one are stronger than the hurt
To fight and walk alongside fine company.
Walk then in front of the gardens of delight,
Living beautifully as the inspection is sound
Like the lives of the beauteous epics,
Heroes come from the hated ones.
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