Epitaph

Over the eloquent mountains,
Through the moist tuft of cloud,
Bathing in the eternal youth fountain,
And protected by the sleeping shroud…

It is done, I am gone
Good-bye.

Just as a flower dies after showing its true beauty,
Just as a cool rain smothers a fire,
Just like a child sleeping after hours of innocent folly,
Just like a painting wilting in the flames of the funeral pyre…

No more pain, just peace
Good-bye.

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