Leaves that court to some truth
In each branch different versions
That stretch to breathe
Lives accordingly in a plot
Scheme that random to change
Bloom from cells that unite
Blossom to bond to the pedigree
Sometime in the merge that mourn
Some way it say adieu for all time
Each fragment that loan firmly
In some altitude it link and isolate
But it firm to root as it's the savior
Enigmatic existence that flux all time
Some way blossom to integrity
So may shed and lead to worse
Contradiction that null the diplomacy
To cope the extremity it unite to unknown
To some tyrant lap it loam to fertile
Some corner loom to be splendid
But eternity was not written for its side
It serves its side to the extent
Till the time entered and withdrawn to some side
Where all creates exists and perishes
The mother; land, the mud itself…………..
Life is an enigma itself
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