The water above and the water below
The surface of life of my pretty fellow
Become alive as she open her eyes,
And see the godliness that further lies.
Crossing through the eerie scents
And stumbling on the roughly dents,
Passes the torch of liveliness
To the hands guarded by holiness.
Halts and stares at the path she crossed
With just and serene sense she owned,
Prays that she could do that again,
And withers with the live hope in vain.
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