We are like a tree, unable to rid
the evils of our souls
So we await upon a timely bird
to eat of our body;
from it shall die all our worms.
What proves us better cowards
than birds and things breathless?
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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