I am a precious gift
Lay me on a mill of camwood
Or lay me on a heap of ashes
One day, in the end
We will meet.
Silently, blindly and deafenly
We will speak
No one understanding each other
Under this earth
Where someone unseen makes us
Equal lie.
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No one understand each other under this earth.. Where someone unseen makes us equal lie.... Beautiful poem.... Vanity upon vanity life Is... A reminder