A Random Poem.

When every moment
can be another season of your life,
Why do you repent?
Why do you cry?

Just turn the page
and hold your breath.
Smoothen those wrinkles of age,
Now shake free that fear of death.

In waiting for that time,
Why are you whiling away this life?
Breathe flower child,
Breathe, it'll all be fine.

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