it is solemnly endowed,
promised inheritance,
encoded genetically,
red roses, and butterflies,
and green leafs,
are miracles of beatng hearts,
and sunsets,
rising moons,
and glimpses of silver mountains,
with clicked gestures,
of silversmith,
cutting flesh of events,
to bones,
and you are a familiar face of the time,
what you know about,
someone in front of you,
and light spotting your face,
and cutting the darkness,
like dagger,
and walls standing like hills,
and picture of fates,
mounted with dusts,
and blow of wind revealing,
eyes of primitive man.
and on recollection,
of evidence, like a bird,
refurbishing his nest,
man stands straight,
on his two limbs, and
amazed over this re evolution.,
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