My Fellow Traveler...(Nazmaa)

My Fellow Traveler...
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I won't 
Support 
Autumn,
No matter 
An old man
Became
My fellow traveler...

The air of my
Garden 
Will 
Go on craving,
No matter
Today
The fresh 
Fragrance of Spring
Became
My fellow traveler...

I found the road
Of birth to death 
Totally deserted,
Till then
I myself was
My fellow traveler...

My becoming 
Aware and carefree
Has emitted its
Own fragrance,
Now trembles
My own rule
Inside my 'self'
Good bye ! 
Alvidaa !
My fellow traveler....