All Of Your Life
There's no acceptable trace,
Your regrets in enjoying the now,
denouement of your rights,
Words, the spurt of moment's address
at something impalpable,
Something time may heal
Hearts as heavy as snow
and traces of the weathers,
Never a fiduciary rewards,
to all your ambitions,
And your wish for having a wife or a child,
All of life you have been one incendiary dream,
a bomb never completed
The weights your carrying now
your shoulder stooping to the ground,
Without the explosion of sound.
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