Komorebi

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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