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A/n
This is slightly different from what I write...a little longer than the usual.
Since it's the 50th poem I wanted to make it special.
Anyway thanks for all ur support:)
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A drop of divinity fell upon the void
Creating the splendid plenum
Then came its spinning tops and glowing lamps
And one out of the plenty mayhems
Habituated life
Life that grew like virulent viruses
Life that spread throughout the rotating wonder
To every point
To every corner
And the whirling beauty
Became an infected refuge
For the dead who call themselves alive
The white land turned into black seas
As each day passed
Not a speck of divinity was left
But one day
On this wretched earth
They met
The rain poured like drops of honey
The air became a saccharin
Massive shudders could be felt in the veins of the earth
Because they met
The two tectonic plates waiting to crash into one another
Had finally encountered
By chance
By fate
By divine guidance.
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