The last Passenger

The old leaves remain intact leaving the new one
Like the flowers bloom by day and wither before the noon,
All day and night flourish the beauty and colour;
For the sake of snowfall behind the pearls of the fragrant soon..
Like the lack luster glittering inside fathomed grassy land
Towards the sorrowful attitude gleaned with laughter race.
Every time and every night the flowers come by turns
So significant and bright for the change over the height
In the low lying land where the birds dislike the place
Where they leave forever despite joyful gleans all around.

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