Wind blew to flak the clouds,
Seeds woke to kiss the soil,
Sun rose to recite another dusk,
Trees sang to scoop new gem,
Leaves rustled to punctuate flowers,
River cried for her lost shine,
Waves waved to weave her tears….

And now….,
I’m here to hem a tale of mysteries…,
That you would say….,
“It relates to the best of seven worlds…,”
But before that a syringe will poison my soul
That it stands staring….
Biding me not to tell you that….
Ah…I’m sorry…sorry..!!!

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