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Towards Immortality
 
Have we time enough,
To gloat about,
The dewy haze
Of blossoming spring’s.

Human fears,
That seem to grope along.
Breath,
As it hustles through humid lips.
Reckless mind,
That tempts the soul.
Or where lurks the truth,
The universal truth.

For what man sees
Is a crumbling stage;
Beside the light
Of immortal ways.

By nature_mithya

© 2012 nature_mithya (All rights reserved)

 

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