On Verge
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On verge
Just echo your sound
And go round
In blind direction
You will have destination
Someone may respond
Like fishes in pond
They may rush in with colorful groups
As if local folks dancing in troupes
It is power
That comes from rainy shower
The earth brings life in dead bodies
The seeds open with new energies
The sky thunders
And showers
With strong force
To provide means for new source
It is life again
With renewed cycle in chain
Many birds put eggs in nest
Even dogs have their season to deliver best
Many short lived insects emerge
With no far of an age
They may disappear in minutes
Yet the cycle continues
The life is routine affair
Daily thousands die and that many take fresh air
Some are near to death
Some are on the verge of losing breathe
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