A little path digests new hearts,
Heat stabilises the environment
For it kept peace for the next generation,
Lulling the minds of hearers.
Sight has enjoyed our mentality,
Sparks spray paint and pain of mortality;
The electric charge overpowers
Us in our treachery, in our chase.
Tall leaves invite parties,
Trees of a little path beautify me,
Like the pleasures of life
And death shall speak like musicality.
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