On my hand
the beads of rosary walks to the end
but I to live of remembrance
the time is the being of unseen goner
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In this blooming chest Nothing to be hoarded But giving away the fragrance with ambrosia In the sense of delighted.......nice poetic expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.
Hope! ! Rope, To grope in the dark. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.