It’s a penumbra gently vanishing, a palette of colors or a melody charismatic and allure.
Life has a miraculous grandeur but we all interpret it our way, ’cause all it’s endeavours are obscure.
When we can’t render any extra breath to anyone or ourselves, we have no right to take it away,
It’s precious, it’s never going to rewind, you can strive as much as you may. “