
Impermanence
Nature is softly whispering
to gaze at the golden sand,
as my time is fast expiring.
But I haughtily banned,
the very notion she is implying,
that Impermanence is hear to command,
and transient is the only thing.
Attachment only ends in pain.
Joyful is a man freed,
from all these wanting games.
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