Takes birth sometime,
Our souls began to tire,
At the sight of bad time.
Tensions build up,
We feel it's our only fate,
Our instincts order to jump,
No chances to open a new gate!
Tears stick to eyelashes,
Growls rumble all over,
Opposites begin their clashes,
Drapping ourselves with new cover.
Steps in the design of haste,
Blocking all the uniques,
Hands of clock regarded as waste,
Shaping sorrow as a new tunic!
Cherishing the old friends,
Cursing every bit of this page,
Can life be woven into earlier trends?
Seizing the hope of slightest change.
Turn the support into God,
Breaths cannot be stolen away,
Flinch but yet fight against the hot rod,
Trees regain control after their sway!
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