Erratic change has come ,
as time withers,
the rose and spice of youth,
endless rhyme, no tune.
Pigments have faded,
leaving traces on my eyebrows.
yet, smiles linger,
hidden gloom, not aglow.
No longer a strife,
with wild passions of life,
just bear the storm,
and linger on.
Fates the culprit,
weightless doom,
the calling will be soon,
destiny, is but a tomb.
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