Ephemeral are your lives, a pity
A feel in the heart of my heart.
You deck gods in worshiping art,
You fall soon at the clarion call
To be mercilessly trodden by all
The most pitiable gesture on your part.
You surpass all in beauty
With the offer of treasures, a choice
The pleasure for all to rejoice
Yet you put off your lovely grace
Of course, prevails your race
To prevent jubilant voice.
You celebrate the fete of gaiety
By spreading perfumes in every direction
Despite the tree being in one station
So amazing your service
For all to swing in bliss
As a lesson on your incarnation.
Published
METVERSE MUSE
Diamond Jubilee Issue 2020
60th Issue
No comments:
Post a Comment