Still the flower
Will bloom, and
Fragrance will
Waft around
Why prick the pain
Touching thorn spine
Still the baby
Will be born, and
Cry will
Spread joy
Why bask in future
Smitten by life
Still the time
Is left
Tilling the existence
In horizon meet
Why gain understanding
In the definition lost
Will bloom, and
Fragrance will
Waft around
Why prick the pain
Touching thorn spine
Still the baby
Will be born, and
Cry will
Spread joy
Why bask in future
Smitten by life
Still the time
Is left
Tilling the existence
In horizon meet
Why gain understanding
In the definition lost
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