Flying in the air or sailing on the sea, and,
sometimes through barren meadows,
the journey trudges through the eerie deserts, even,
Stretches of infinite nothingness and evanescent horizons
The moment when a newborn cries,
heralding its arrival, the family celebrates birth
with joyousness and vigor,
but death deceives the dearest departing untimely,
leaving the kin breaking in tears
The whole earth rotates,
And revolves,
Time changes its colors
Happiness and sorrows
The ceaseless journey spears through,
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