Not salvation pitying

Things before our sight
We did not realize true value
Shadow when realized us
Beam enters eye to continue

Say: Not salvation pitying
Loss of wings mid-day
It has become dream to flying
Is the truth, to wind?

Seagulls cordial
Beautiful roses in grove
Mothers to subsequent
Face your father always bright

Who loss of his father
Tasted bitterness of existence
He lived alone with fullness of the universe
Would offset tremulous
Way episode to append

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