are killing the hope.
balance of spirit
stops the power to move.
tears are much fluids
in daily capillaries.
targets broken
into tiny puzzles of despairs.
sweet color of leaves
spreads sadness around.
lollipops of season are bitter
then ever.
arguments are brave soldiers
in battle of mind.
in mind of reality
one soldier fights in silence.
moral futurities are lying
naked on the ground.
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