Was there any option left?
Violence was there,
evil existed in pacifism.
Signature flora demonstrates
the mental poise.
I call for the imperfections.
In blue mood, I kill the moon
and take a walk on the cinders.
Will you give me a hand?
There was no path left,
but the trees were walking on the beach.
The war will never end
between the genders. The
secret of butterfly catcher
was buried long ago.
From a childhood into the
forest of lies, it was a long
journey losing the scents.
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