Starry Night
Incessant sense of solitude, Away!
Life truly is a beautiful thing
Moulded, formed, cast in clay
Fired in experienced living
Fly to the stars, Away!
In mind, in spirit, if not in forms
One must do in life, not pray.
Bold action, real life, endless storms.
Typing out the days, counting Away!
Time is the non-renewable resource
To keep the knock of Death at bay
Impossible to stop by brute force.
We only see our days pass away
the greatest moments are not sterile
we face our greatness, come what may
To fight against the challenge, futile.
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