‘Til the End

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Til the End.3








Like the grandeur of green
In spring;

Like the warmth of sun
In summer;

Like the crisp scent of pine
In winter,

Fill my senses
Until the end.

Like dainty drops of dew
In mornings;

Like striking blaze of horizons
In sunsets;

Like shimmering blings of stars
In evenings;

Own my all
Like there’s no end.

Like salt and sands
To the “blue ocean;”

Like waves and ripples
To the shore;

Like currents and rapids
To the river;

Fill my senses

And own my all,

And don’t let this end.









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