THE GALLERY

Always there!
It searches
For the choice
In ripeness
Of an old age

It keeps
The darkest
Enigma of all
It envelops
The existence
Any time
Any place.
And still
Life sprouts,
Crying again

It keeps
A choice.
Only once
The chance
Comes deftly
Binding on all

Who is not
In love
With death.
Every instance,
Crazy time
Sips a parcel;
To be sent
In gallery
Of graveyard!