Disputing with death and reconcile with birth
Is quite logical under the earth opening.
Smoke bellowing incessant from spirit fragile
Puffing out all the gatherings of immense importance
Of centuries by the dedicated generations revered
Tantamounts to denial of fair gesture of gratitude spontaneous
Undermining the homecoming of confident spring.
Those assign the precious self to care divine
Can hardly recognise their length beyond the spire
Will hide forever amid the grasses of graveyard.
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