Speaking fortitude beyond the ideals of knowledge,
We are on a bridge investing pride into the society;
To cross is to ignite, today a delivery has emerged,
Tomorrow will be a fire so huge that infinity returns.
I succumb to the bridge of mighty wonders,
Fixing my eyes on the little gains offered to me.
These rivers, these shows in the right direction,
Gathered too many roses in the garden,
Where sizes of hurt and doorways connected.
I spoke the words from the heinous sins,
The needed taxes seemed now to dwindle.
My forms of writing defended the urges,
As words crept into existence afterwards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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