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I asked the sleepy moon, "Do you hear the cacophony?"
She explained, "Oh! There's a lot to speak and lot to hear,
There are more and more words than people could ever bear".
I asked the mighty sea, "Don't your waves feel lost and lonely?"
He roared, "Oh! They cry every night, over everything,
Lost in the clutter, aren't you sad too? Oh! Human being?"
I asked the calm tree, "What a injustice humans do to you!"
She smiled, "Oh! I never expected, since their advent I knew,
The most will be for himself, for others will be a few"
I asked the burning sun, "Don't you feel bad for exploited earth?"
He hid his pain, "My daughter herself took the risk indeed,
I would've killed humans myself if they weren't her kids"
I asked the God, "What's the right time to die?"
He said, "With patience every bud depicts it's shades,
After blooming to the fullest, every flower fades..."
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May be just lust
overtaking emotions
A expression, an art
An depiction of
What you want & need.-
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A person who makes you
Cry, smile and hope for
Four months, then you
Realize, "What the hell
Got it me?!"
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The the eyes of a shooting star.
You'll know how temporary You are,
But how much powerful your
Wishes and choices are.
They can change the world.
They know magic. They define You.-
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Sometimes I miss my past, the crew I had,
And all the people so long I tried and kept.
Then a gush of memories runs down,
And I remember why, crying, I left.
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