Poetry

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Deed

Let yield to the dictate of Time
That all entities breathe then die.

That nothing in its state stands still
With time all submits to God’s will.

From fair to unfair all mundane
Yet deed will follow, will remain.

A Rose’s relish for an hour throne
Whilst its true scent will carve in stone.

S.C.P.B

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