The
rich and poor
When
the time comes to go
Ash
to ash, soil to soil
No
money no gold no value
Turning
ashes burying on the ground
The
silence greets the empty bodies
Going
deep into the dig up graves
Surrender
it all once it is lived
The
sleep for eternity
The
bodies turn into skeletons
What
is there to say?
There
is no eternal life
The
faith and deeds
It
is what left behind and beyond
The
whisper like the wind
In
passing in collecting memories
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