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The setting sun

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 The setting sun

The lingering dusk
The fading day
The night on its way

The horizon cloudy
So is the mind
Though sleep will calm me
It is only for a night

The night will pass
The dreams will die
The Sun will rise
The day will begin

The cycle will continue
The ups and downs
The hopes and wishes
The wins & gains
The defeats and losses

The cycle of karma
The good and bad
The micro and the macrocosm
They play with me all the way

Not knowing the reasons
moving through seasons
I continue my journey Knowing not
Am I living or dying!

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