My life was opaque to all,
Appearing like a thick dark secret,
From an inevitable memory,
Because of the hazardous hatred they built in them.
Appearing like a thick secret,
Coming with tranquility lightning of luminaries in edges,
Because of the hazardous hatred they built in them,
They tried to avert from the agony of thought.
Coming with tranquility lightning of luminaries in edges,
From an inevitable memory,
They tried to avert from the agony of thought,
My life was opaque to all.
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