Freezing memories in storage
Has any size for
storage
Go eat the termites
Memories of the past
for eating oblivion
On the way to saving
Aging comes and goes
Leaving the storage as
nothing
Who says consolation to
the courageously troubled mind
Comes with forehead for
comfort
The single coin falls
in the middle and cheats
Surplus savings
Even if someone takes
it
Slipping moments are
the hallmark of saving
With storage absorber
For starvation and
misery
Blessing is the only
atonement
Savings account is
confidential and secret
The stored object that
only they know
That no one can carry
the savings
Does not apply to the
blessing account
Someday something
spilled and shared
As is still saying and
comparing
By the father of era
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