Life
that passes away unnoted
Just
as a casual tramp singing alone,
What
is there in the tune?
What
life says in the fume?
A
message from a distant alien planet
Unknown, unknown but
must a mourn.
Might
there be a life a day,
Might
there be some mind-touching songs.
Might
there be certain joy
In
spirit and faith,
Might
there be some overflowing
Flavor
and fragrance,
Bygones
they are in utter shame
Loitering
in darkness in a lane,
Pathos
and pangs are only to hold-
None to be blamed only
me.
Gliding
away that my life
Where
to go bohemianism knows,
Who
am I a question to note?
None
but me alone in the road
Heart-rending
melancholy that I sell.
Eroding
moon in the sky,
Fade
out memories in a pie,
Yet
I walk in endless shy
Who am I? who am I?
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