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There is a goal and a vision
You should die for.
No simile nor metaphor
But religious.
It is a tool for a mission
To heal a sore.
Understanding a religion,
Need little seeds.
But to believe and trust on
Needs stronger minds.
For the heavenly souls to tour;
And aim at us.
A pejorative colour cost a breathIf you dare, for the love, put on a beret!Whether new or old, bright or fadedThe gloom and doom looms…
I have tried to fix the broken allureAnd was the only one obeying the lawsI have had hopes in hopeless timesI guess this place is…
I know right now all you see, Is a boundless flowing seaWith an admirable color blue,Prestigious depth and volumePure allure, but on the contraryThe tenacity…
Just like light to a surfaceCasting shadows on all placesScars, wrinkles and the dentsOf loo all have common end…If reflections could only speakSo many secrets…
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