The spell has
to go on..
Either through
wand
Or as a folk
lore
The charm of
life never fades
Like an oversqueezed
wick
Ignited to every
drip
The cracking
flicker every moment
That brightens
the world around
And dazzles in
the process
The rubicund
sun that dips
In the inviting
arms of terminus
Much with the
blush it had dawned
The bubble that
bursts on shore
Without a regret
of time
For every moment
has been the last
And it has shone
the best every instant
Reflecting the
sky and the sun
In its little
vibgyor perpetually
While the world
awaits the shiny rain
To see the rainbow
swing from heavens
The bubble softly
bursts and ceases to be
The life has
been so full throughout
That it cannot
die ever
Like a bunch
of dangling flora
That adds a bud
every often
The vase of branch
is fresh and full.
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