Never happend once
That I did not
Cared your thoughts
In remembrance mine
As ever
Fresh and pure
Thy belongings were
Such sweetness
Was THAT not thy take!
Fearful of limitations
Which called my life
i.e. Yama (The God of death)
Otherwise why for
Death absconded my gaze
It knew, that all was
Eternal and ever fresh
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