Much echo about life and death
That I can’t even happily breath.
The time has to go by every slot
whether you want it to be stopped or not.
Your mere body will bury
But the deeds whether good or bad
you will eternally carry
Deeds are just life’s part
Which can’t be a part.
Your work is your proud
Even after death you’ll hear sound of karma so loud…
Make your deeds much good
So that you can live happily in heavenly wood.
For a moment of brevity in perpetuality Luminescent spores revealed to me Her countenance, underscored By her turning away as she placidly Strode at a pace free of care, The distance could only have Been Read more…