Create a spring inside me
welling up for eternal life.
How trivial is this life.
It ends when we never
desire for or wait for.
How happy I will be
to dwell in your house.
Your nearness will be
my eternal house.
(Yesterday evening the wife of my best friend suddenly fell from the chair and died. She was 69 leavingback 5 children) .
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