There's nothing
more fatal than the
scar carved by obscure foe
When it's not fair to blame
the cold breeze
for melancholic mood
nor, sun seem to
illuminate dark mind
nor, the mind can make
sense of despite life,
When life seem
to be on same
track for so long
that all seem
to be lost
When no word
of two worlds
can explain
what's wrong?
But all seems wrong
When, apparently all is right?
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