The day came where it was,
Why do exits come to will
The ways of men and women
In union?
This place called Time was eventful
In the comparisons and actions,
This place was the most favoured
And obsolete, this place.
To grow the plants of anger is
To show health to a mild man,
And to show creativity to the woman
Of substance, who will enter
Their gardens?
Our life is exempt from this time
And honour in books of some sermon,
Like the trees around a brook
Quietly sounding,
Yet silent at times.
Life must forget the praise
Ascertained,
Life must congeal and settle
In the midst of our times.
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