Snake-bite,
And with it
Each one is
Dying.
Dying-
Each one
With his
Bag and baggage.
In fire,
In water,
In air
All are there.
In joy and
In sorrow
Each one is trying
To see tomorrow.
Tomorrow is
Not there anywhere,
All know.
And no one is there
To live for today.
Today is the truth,
Today, I love you.
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