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Dusted by love

Miles went the season of love,
When trees shed leaves to bless the grounds
And the birds chirped to hail the dawns
Happy was the cry of folks.

Passed the days with draughts to follow
Rose the demon that fired a curse
Dawns covered under the dusts of hate
Cried for the thunders to bless their fate.

Breezes now warm with heats of cash
And demon taking over the city of Gods
Pleaded the puppets to the creator,
Who was sleeping the dreams of merry.

Woke up the creator by the puppets' prayers
And dropped a tear, when he saw everything turned dark
Ordering the thunders to pour the rains of love
Walked off the creator with a sword towards the demon.

Burst out the clouds, pouring drops of love
And came the creator riding on a chariot of hope,
Then took over the demon to clear the skies
The dawns arrived and the season was love again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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