Watching shores slushing in the pool of hurdles.
And the catapillers struggling for last moulding to transform
And as the winter reaches heights animals crumble and shrieks..
Where is all the mights and ferocity?. All gone!.
The shooted arrows returning shattering from inside..
The man of words and thoughts crumbling in the deepest ocean of frivolity, malice, a victim of insanity.
The drops of tears unable to form,
Heats of regrets and convulsions burns him cowering.
Interring him in the cloak of sulliness.
Not all transform to butterfly as some of it dies.
Not all animals survive as the winter pasts.
Survive or die. Die each day at the hands of jolt-full jarring circumstances.
It’s time to connect all the dots, time burns but gives time, for returns.
Time for healing, it’s time to be healed.
No more of dry tears, no more of heart breaks.
Time for show time, time, it’s the time.
‘Stand take up the pieces, stand for thyself. Stand for people against you.’
‘Stand for people who loved.’
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