A broken bridge
Over river that does not exist.
Everywhere gathers piously
Exhibiting tawdry smiles.
Weakened by weaknesses
Many cry over evaporated tears
Returning as sorrowful drops.
Delusory ego as shadow
Comes and goes piercing the mind
Like a swing, life goes back and forth .
Darkness is like a curtain
Veils the day with mesmerizing mysteries
Another page yet to be flipped soon with shine.
I wonder if life is just like an onion
The more you peel, the more you cry.
Only tears remains.
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