Like the morning dew
my soul is fresh and pure
It doesn't know more about
it's nature.
When Sun arrives at the Eastern
sky,
The dew with dancing delight
melts and sublimates.
My soul sheds it's pride for its
beauty.
The travel of my soul
continues like the Sun
to the western end
At this point, my soul attains
maturity to find the truth of
Life and Death
©umaram
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