The heartbeat is going
Faster and faster
With a small severing thought,
That how and why
I will face
To give the clue of failure.
Life is not atall
A war ground,
To calculate the
No of fails and success
But it may be a
Small rosy garden
To calculate the
Coloured petals
Not the spines
All around.
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