Gravity of our situation,
Ripples of our decision!
An awkward emotional sound…!
What we don’t look forward to strengthen
The tone to that of the clock,
then surfaced a purple black bounce
Like a unique strange figment of life
The earth absorbed all judgment of customary!
In return, laced patterns of tiny little radiance!
The residue of it got us finally misplaced!
Our past thriving journey belief! ...silently knocked,
every crack of dawn to give life to a new born child
The earth-child of gravity of situation to nourish
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