The Filtrate

The earth rotates and revolves
On which everything evolves and dissolves
Vegetation doth fail or progress
As seasons disguise in process
A cry over a death on the right
Leash in a laughter on the left
Magnificent buildings speaketh of luxury
But earthquakes devour their bravery
So is for everything
That I exemplified with something
As the tired sun sits
On the horizon-seats
Here in my bed I do remain
With my eyes half locked in its domain
Thinking what would come the next
To drag me from my nest
Then I know:no way can we defy
When it approaches for our final sigh
Yea,nothing doth remain behind
Except thy deeds of body and mind
by: Samten Wangchuck

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