My tears is spontaneous
My moments are counted
My way to the yard is definite
Still my reflection roams near your yard
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Thas why we say or its saying please take part in funeral or visit grave yards to know what's the life is lovely
Emotions running high when we encounter the ultimate truth in the final resting place towards the end of life's pilgrimage.............very well composed.........
A sense of desertion along with many left out sweet memories are being resonated here. Life is like that only, have to leave every possible thing. Very well written.