Before looking up, at
Green leaf attached to a tree
I could not muster my courage
To look under my sleepers;
Termed dead, a leaf was
Wriggling in pleasure of pain
Thinking about the abode; here
Is for a moment, one day
All has to die someday.
Green leaf attached to a tree
I could not muster my courage
To look under my sleepers;
Termed dead, a leaf was
Wriggling in pleasure of pain
Thinking about the abode; here
Is for a moment, one day
All has to die someday.
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