Next poem as the continuation of following poems…
Solitude stayed with my soul and said to the silence of soul as a soothsayer, everything.
Now she is going on with the shining shadow…
When I asked her about the farewell of soul,
After a long pause she went on without foul.
Death is that due that all men has to pay,
For all deeds that he had done in his play,
For all words that he had uttered as a knife,
For all wealth he had made and owned in life,
For all thoughts that lacked the divine touch,
For all spells and sins that had done as witch.
And again, death is that sooth, shining shadow,
That had born with the soul, as if lawn and meadow,
It is that fact of life,as soul is our fantasy,
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