Being as an
oil lamp, it
enlighten,
the dark fort of envy .
being as a
pure drizzle, it
extinguish
slowly the fire of agony.
being as a
strong wave ,it
keep always
the sail of life
flowing and flowing to the shore in the prison of time , a prince of dreams ; handcuffed with fate
well penned
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