How beautiful is to be an ocean?
How great is to be a life carrier?
A womb that held an entire life,m and a complete journey.
I wish I could deliver more perfect lives, peaceful mornings, and messengers of love.
Life is an extraordinary artwork, but the plague knocked the pale young souls.
The toxic atmosphere imagined outcasts and death traders.
A significant part of life was a cycle of chaos and delusions. A philosophical knowledge remained unshaped and unexplained.
Satisfied to be a giving womb, unaware of the wicked passers, throughout my gates.
The earth will never be the same plague, pollution destroyed her dreams and fed on her green skin.
Tears, remorse, and a black poem. It's too late to grieve, too late to read.

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