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We breeds start to unexpectedly open our eyes, In the midst of no where we start crying without lies, the pure gesture we aboard and the nurturing hands we've been weaved in the numb of love we've been deceived in, we cry with joy hope and without consciousness, as those surrounds us start celebrating with hearts righteousness, this was the beginning of spring with blossomness, new buds starting to crackle and sing with lightheartedness, As we open our eyes in this world its new palace which we've stepped in, with no notion of words and no creeds we've cropped in, we start growing blooming and tackling with time, living peacefully and tranquility for the hope with a resulting prime, we walk through the fence with our hearts melded rusted and molded with time, we end up walking the path which itself is a question of choice, who knows whether we are on the right track neglecting the inner voice, we crumble we rise we fall we abandon, as we learn with time to cease the thinking with stand on, then it comes the moment that was the destiny of our journey all along, we end up becoming received by our deaths before long, the moment we start departing from the world, the moment we start letting our eyes getting closed by the cold, as the body goes numb falling of snow begins, the newly grown buds start dying out insignificantly, as the eyes starts closing with no hope of regains, our heart beat become impulsive with no pure intentions to last longer, our organs tripled and amalgamated with the hearts idea of revolting, again who knows if we are gonna truly find peace, to others that surrounds us we are a lost crease, we lie resting with no Turing no cries no laughs and soundless, as they start mourning with there hearts content that's endless, how odd the world can become, the ones that were joying are now mourning and crying, and the ones that were crying are motionless like the calm of a tree, how tragic it may seem to us and to the world encounter, but in the end life is a journey from spring to the winter.j
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