without poetry
law is nothing but a
cemented pavement
how this landscape
can be too revolting
when everything you
see are big boulders
of rocks and
a sea of pebbles?
no moss, no raindrops,
no seaweeds, no seagull,
no cloud, no wind,
what path shall you talk
about? no flowers along
the road, no butterfly,
no bird, no river, no hills,
what law can exist in
in paradise
when there is no man,
no woman,
no apple, no serpent,
no sin....
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