Transience

Children do not die under canopy
Because it is not sky to die under.
Children are sweet birds they sing
Wearing no transience on bodies.

Canopy ,we say it three times bald,
A bare ruined choir , of birds gone.
We wear stoical toga of transience.
Our any time is that time of a year.

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