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The cycle of nature

A strong thought was itching my mind,
on a bright morning breezy wind;
A thought questions the reality of world,
the beliefs that helped us mould;

The idea of world peace is at stake,
losing the beliefs was a mistake;
Maybe there is no actual god to watch,
but the idea kept us from sabotage;

The idea of immortality might be mortal,
yet we were kept busy by that portal:
Maybe the miracle is more of a fantasy,
but the idea showed us ecstasy;

A strong thought was itching my mind,
it kept running until the evening wind;
On the pursuit of answer,I found destiny;
The destiny is to keep the cycle moving.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 7/2/2018 4:11:00 PM
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