Trying to solve the puzzles
of life. Is it not you morphed cloud of
lips in fusion of love and stings?
The heart of a fig tree says
it with flowers. Why did you look back?
Would you like to sleep under the stones?
Invent a truth like a lie.
Critique will give the jdgement. Why
the moon will confess a murder.
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- Category: Nature
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'Trying to solve the puzzles
of life.'
'Critique will give the judgement.'
'Why did you look back?
Would you like to sleep under the stones?'
'Invent a truth like a lie'.
'Is it not you morphed cloud of
lips in fusion of love and stings?'
'The heart of a fig tree says
it with flowers.'
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