The stars are falling
Watihing the stars falling down.
Like drops of the rain they are gliding.
Leaving the heaven's bounds.
The stars are human souls.
And mine is still shining brightly.
I clearly see my goal,
Help me to reach it, Almighty.
The field is still waiting for plough.
The soil is waiting for seeds.
I have understood it just now.
I haven't yet finished my deeds.
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