Unknown myth

Life is a myth, an unknown tale,

Beautiful song of a nightingale. 

Silent breeze with millions echoes, 

Plenty of thorns on the stalk of rose. 

 

Rowing boat with chances to float or sink, 

Be wise to think; past and future have some link. 

Hollow trunk could grasp so much more, 

Empty well can’t be filled no matter what amount you pour

 

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