At times, O' someone comes and says, "It's me!"
With riches—gold and silver—"Yes, it's me!"
But once his little work arranged, you'll see
The death will ambush him and say, "It's me!"
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Author:
Mohammad Ali Pirooz (Pseudonym) (
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Death will take us all victim and thief very nicely written
Dear Soren, thank you! How I missed you for several days, a bit busy!
You are most welcome Mohammad glad to see you back
Well written
Thank you, my dear friendship! I always love your so rhythmically composed poems with great imagery too.
You're so welcome, and thanks
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