As angels go down, new life breaths
a soul drawn to live and eats
every sunrise, daylights to live
explore and conquer
Every sunset, darkness of thoughts
wisdom and experience to ponder
Every year of burden of trials
regrets and memories
as time goes by; all we do is
sigh and sorry
Mere souls created...
a century updated...
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