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The setting SUN
Will not leave space for loose talks at all
It is preparing preface
For tomorrow’s awakening morning song

The dried falling leave
Would not think of a permanent exit
It builds up confidence in itself and us
Promising to spring again after the first seasonal rain showers


Though appears to be falling from the crest
The sea wave will not leave us once for all
She scribbles ground for a sky high wave
To shoot back at us once again with curse

But man lives like a mud made doll
With no recourse planned for a retaliation
Once he fails to score a win
He simply resorts to an extreme end as if its a last chance in hand


Tomorrow definitely the light of hopes brightens the ladders
The petals all drenched in thick darkness will leave afar
Till then let us sing songs that cazole the humans
And keeps them in tact even while facing odd tracks in times