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Mixtures 1

In my land- There are roads, With no signs but wonders There are passages; Littered with broken promises, Leaving dwellers with wounded feats Echoes of 'change' fills the air, As sneezing hopes gather dust Gradually, Undulated zeals are diluted; Leaving watery goals Beyond the surface- I see sore faces; Curtained behind a broad smile, A smile broad enough- To conceal pain from blind minds¤ I see feeble hearts, Dancing to the melodies of deceit I see the sea thirsty¤ Laws baked in flawed flours¤ Pure pain mixed up for strength; By the chefs of ignorance In my land, These roads are also rode by rogues These passages inhabits rusted promises The roads fight to live, As citizens- Are left with mixed chores Indeed, it's a land of mixtures

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