Slumbering into the arms
Of angel of death
I ask him
If he feels the pain
He replies –
Pain is all but
A feeling in vain
Leave it to time
As, what is today
Won’t be tomorrow
And what tomorrow brings
Is uncertain.
Slumbering into the arms
Of angel of death
I ask him
If he feels the pain
He replies –
Pain is all but
A feeling in vain
Leave it to time
As, what is today
Won’t be tomorrow
And what tomorrow brings
Is uncertain.
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