Maturity
When every thought, is chance to win the time,
Be vigilant of days,to curb obsession ,
Don't find yourself in traps of mortal clutches.
Where fantasy of love in every mental picture,
Where wings burst out of the flesh reviving troubled dreams,
And waiting for the sun,revival into venture, ,
They take your breath away , guessing every thing.
Dreams fill ,the path of words ,
Finding joy in silence
Or searching that in routine ,
measured any lies .
What is vanity in people's lives?
The pace of steps from childhood ,which draws the edge of eyes,
Remade the life with memory erasing ,
Going by resurrection from ashes every time .
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