A walk of life
From misty mornings to moonlit dusks, life finds its rhythm in the little things.
A lazy walk through a hazy morn’
greets one with thriving flush just born
alongside the flowers having the beauty worn
A sprightly stroll through a brightly noon
under the clear sky of blessed boon
which awaits the entry of mighty moon
And a hastened pace through darkened dusk
when the wind blows to rise the husk
as the heaven hides the sun under its tusk
Shall they not be enow hither
to allow one’s life to tether
lest their life begins to wither
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