It’s the time of an extreme sigh
Surrounded with all blues of life
History that shots in few time
That plots its part to the past or future
Lips are pale or mum this time
Closed eyes are not so deep
Coldness that spread in and outside
Haziness prevails in each corner
There in the past it lack this silence
Warmth that spoken in each turn
But in the arena it’s formal as think
Extremity that order this time
Who were you now and then?
Vagueness spreads in that gust I think
Disorder that speaks in and outside
Eyes that blurred in search of unknown
Death an invitation unsound
Splits the shore and creates new island
There many mourn sink and perish
Unknown matter that resounds as always!
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