At the dusk of life,
down the damp lanes of expectations that converge,
I cleanse my senses in the komorebi,
while memories play hide n' seek.
As the rays intensify,
purgation of senses make memories even vivid,
And I slip into permanent slumber,
to conceal them and relive in the afterlife.
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