The pendulam whispered midnight sofly
like the music of snow on the blazer
and somewhere the yellow leaf fell,
oh! I lost one more of my days,
and it submurged into blue.
mankind is absorbed in-
what to be done? What is left?
what to be achieved-sands.
A few steps ahead to dig up fate,
what a cherished dream of man,
slipping into the snare of their end.