I fade away like a fading flower, My sun is not rising as it used to be, My words are weak and are incapable of doing anything, My fall is full with fallen leaves, My winter is very cold, My spring is not blooming as it used to be, My summer is fruitless, My poems are gray and aged, My eye sight is dwindling, I feel like I am a dwarf, I am too much superstitious, I am weightless, I am friendless, I am bankrupt, The moon is not smiling to me anymore, My dead-ends are on the rise, I am down, I am disabled, I am crippled, I am out of order, I am out of date, I am expired, All my papers falling one by one, All around me is gloomy and dark, My days are equal to my nights, I don't have dreams anymore, I am without visions or horizons, I am thirsty, I am hungry, I don't have a house anymore, I don't look forward anymore, I am falling like a fallen leaf from a tree, My fall is fast and free, My grave is ready, and Tomorrow might not be a better day for me.
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