Don't get thee,
Thou will be cock-a-hoop,
With the deeds of thee.
Gainst the testament it happens sometimes,
Caterpillar's slouching towards it's mother in the morrow,
The glee is lost by the butterfly.
Gainst the testament it happens,
Before moving in other dimension,
A slouching caterpillar
Couldn't wing at instance,
To relish the glee.
Albeit thou face both Brutus and Brutus,
Take in the pleasure of every moment of life,
As any moment in the past or the future
Couldn't be brought to any instant of the life.
Albeit the life has been gainst the testament of thee,
Don't get thee.
©vrp_poet
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