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a day within a day
with the lover of yours.
will wash away in the stream of time.
as life lived ,is life killed..
and death is but a perpetual crime..

the highwayman crags down
the boulevard of life.
relinquish the drops of plastic love
till every drop of honey,from the transient
honeycomb,is sucked and dry
and he craves for none but afterlife.

yet thy bountiful love,in this mortal time
never lost,and stands aside
with youthful vigour,
as all deathly death
may capture time
not what time created in thine..

and thy love may live away
through the rust of night and grey

and thy life and time may call for strife
yet love in thine,will stay for thee
with an eternity of afterlife.