The clouds flutter by,
Leaves wither and die,
Rhythm of Moments fly,
Was this life just a lie?
Wind blow as if a sigh,
Makes me wonder why
Life confuse and mystify,
Boon from gods up High?
We are just a Mayfly,
Moments, blink of an eye.
Leave without Good bye.
What does life signify?
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