Days pass away and are born
again and again:
endless cycle of the same
fugitive dusk and dawn
whereof no god seems
to be noticed, but men –only men:
forsaken creatures by Creator’s hand then
feel, and become insensitive Teens
in the amidst of a hidden Paradise
equally plenty of Love and Cruelty
-chiefly run by the latter and Beauty-
whose blackened fate tells the dice!
“For dust thou art,
and unto dust shalt thou return”,
remains into their hearts like thorn and burn
their clay-made being, falling apart!
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