As shade can’t leave shelter, as seamy side rose and be gone.
Dawn can’t leave the dusk, as Phoebus ablated the tarnish crescent,
so to the mist that encroached the line of sight.
It’s the life of circle ones said, it’s Saṃsāra ones reiterated.
Some cherished but some detested.
As he described as wetness can’t leave the water, as how we entangle to life.
I shall have faith, for his words of wisdom.
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