the True Pattern of Being

kisses of sound wave
trembling the bound of space,
kisses of light waves
bending the shield of time,
kisses of sunrise,
kisses from sunset
not change much,
except a true, a true human heart
dedicated for mankind.

kisses of time
no signs, no dates,
no shadows, no traces,
neither the living nor the dead
in this decaying universe
immune to the impact,
except our pearl identity

except our pearl identity,
ingrown due to good deeds,
gluing with kisses
which spare human griefs.

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