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when look through the curtain
the lives' living are uncertain
when truths are told are not many
heartaches of living are plenty
when anxiety's anguish and burnings
trust, now frustrated yearnings
when collecting joys and cares
echo of thistles, thorns and tares
and when dreams are all scattered
faith hopelessly shattered
when hopes and dreams won't conform
as leaves are tossed in the storm
and it might and perhaps it will be
a flight from reality
when philosophy is the despiser
of the worst and the wiser
nothing concrete but confusion
when life is an illusion
and for life is an ephemeral breath
there is nothing decisive but death
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.......... echo of life ..........