The Falling Paradise


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Intoxicated by the joys of earning
The troubled world lags alleviation
every moment the heaven is restored
The treasures replaced, the flowers in bloom
None of them could bear a truth.
 
It is bewildered in thirst and hunger
Growing more undomesticated
wrapped up in the so called fundamentalism
A bitter-slow transformation.
 
All the fragrances and paintings
Will they be secluded forever?
who shall then coherently embrace
The beauty and the primitive truth.
 
From life to life, verses stave
Unheard paths  of love discovered
Like an impossible map, to the lost paradise.
 
The anguish, the dying self- defiance
those future descendents,
Blind from the joy of giving
the burst of unsustainable fire and ice.
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