Raison d'être - the reason for existence
People going crazy every inch of them
Neither do they ever want to realize it
Standing far from the right pavement
See through the blue-laced curtain
The gayness of downfall folks
Even the ravens fly away from the shadow
Silhouette is seen by the little one
Roaming they went to the rivulet
Chattering the joyfulness of childhood
Simply with golden baskets hold in both hands
That full with picked apples and berries
Sound of sorrow is heard in the forest
Though no any humble creature is crying
Slowly the wind brought it to us
And the ants moving from west to west
Without any failure, they work
Now sleep
No sound can be heard
No light can be seen
No action can be shown
Just a single body lying covered with dirts
Forever the moment of serene is earned
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