Because one day,
When I will be too old to write,
Or decide to take some different path,
When my voice will be too frail to hear,
When words will fail me and veer.
On such times,
When shadows from past,
Will be invisible and gone,
Maybe my verses will,
Live the times,
To reinvigorate the memories,
And spread the chimes,
And when someone will casually rhyme my prose,
I will live forever in those transient thoughts.
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