”Clock that governs the life”

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It is progressing every moment clock that governs the life

That dead leaves of the branches of the human life is the fall of the tree Cold wintry wind blowing fluttering dead leaves

It has fallen to the ground the body is dry to the rustling

If stepped on to moisture evaporates foot

Shattered if the wind will be shattered blows

Dead leaves is Kayes to microorganisms us wet in the rain Saturday

I want you there so my life is also

Long-cherished ambition Nari If gills instead of naturally

Long-cherished ambition Nari If go home naturally

”Poet - Modrns…”

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