No a giving fails to have wondering
Those who are pale must be filled with shadow
Those who are light must have casual wing,
Some people die in them or 'oft in none
Some people die in others who allow;
If past books hast lied, much I could be 'lone
And what's contemporary, be story,
Rather which's guaranteed to be a true
Or, who give but don't have return, be fairy
So I much write on how to be a pure
Just as flowers give fragrance as of you
To impulse those who live lives to be sure
For, grievance in giving, no a word Love
Better if no returns come except grove.
18 February,2018.
Gazole.
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