The world has mere uttered, the insignificance of silence...
To ever ponder, the confusion...
The Tremors, that lead to obstruction of one`s thought...
I wonder, how it all glooms, with the sudden flapping of hope...
As a mere bird, trying to defy gravity...
But asunder, the roses are filled with thorns...
Though to protect the beauty by far arrogant they are...
By M.B
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