The wind that blows, the path you chose
All these passed, with high and lows
You call it a boon, I call it a curse
The life I'm gifted, just feels like a bruise.
You pour upon your hatred, towards your loved ones
And present all the love to the wicked alone.
There is the tree brought down by the wind
Despite the thousands of years it took to grow
Now lies besides me lifeless and burrow.
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Journey
AdventureThe journey of life is the most mystical element of life. We don't know what will happen unless it has happened and we can't change what has already happened.
