Mind
The heavy load on heart averts
The mind,
To go and give in into thy quiet feet.
Startled the mind, find not the way to set in.
Away from thee miles apart from the life.
Death is not near and life is a fairy dream,
Bemused mind and shaky mind dreads the fire of night.
Death is not near and life is a fairy dream, Bemused mind and shaky mind dreads the fire of night.
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Death is not near and life is a fairy dream, Bemused mind and shaky mind dreads the fire of night. ....//