That scent of truth and tear,
Crafting numerous fires,
Freely nurturing seed of blazing thought,
A matter so unclear,
Dove is flying for desires
Trees are viciously protecting that clot,
Who understands the life?
Mysterious agony,
Wrapped inside all those flawless unknown scars,
A synonym of strife,
A deep bitter symphony,
People call it as “life” away from stars.
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