My….

My time has experienced like a slave Even wondered that how beautiful it would have been if I ever crave
No sounds no worries no heart no breathe 

Only a sheer silence of tiring tides 

From the mid ocean to the reaching home of rain 
My rhyme has been uttered the most 

Even wondered that how wonderful it would have been if I die in frost
No cold no night no temptation no fight

Only a deep calmly call of ageless woman

From the mighty dark eyes to the ruined future of pain
My life has been living the worst , 

Even wondered that how much would have been a grave’s cost
No bargain no hunt no price no chain 

Only a warm letter of resignation from the caregiver rain

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