Sweet sour


While air still evaporates none can tell
A mystery without a solution
Wizards slumber when its asked
Its sweet and sour without taste
An enternal rest it may seem
A journey for all maybe less

Cold and pale linen the only friend
Tears take there roll ecstasy signaling
Faces mute with joy and sorrow
Bidding farewell with out a parcel only a fork
Sweet and sour its seasoned
A journey for all maybe less

Crowds discuss one theme
Sweet sour death no one knows

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