In the joy of handful creations
Destroyed by its own forgetfulness,
Only the remains left with the grave,
I see that it is dark black,
Being the best creation of the creator,
I am so good,
You can come only by the rules,
Who tries to go before the rush,
Arrive empty-handed will leave empty-handed,
The only provision of creation given by the creator,
I am the gift of the creator as a human being,
Life ended in a different way
That’s the conclusion.
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Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC
In the joy of handful creations
Destroyed by its own forgetfulness,
Only the remains left with the grave,
I see that it is dark black,
Being the best creation of the creator,
I am so good,
You can come only by the rules,
Who tries to go before the rush,
Arrive empty-handed will leave empty-handed,
The only provision of creation given by the creator,
I am the gift of the creator as a human being,
Life ended in a different way
That’s the conclusion.
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