The mind is foolish to think the clock is wicked.
When the gap between times is closing up
The days get so tick like hamattan fog and
The nights refuses to wake from sleep.
If the south feels cheated by Nature
And request for Justice,
Forgetting Nature's justice measures.
The case will remain the same after judgement.
This is why I can only hold on to Nature and simply miss you.
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