Blade Of Temper
Category: /General/That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set.
Ablaze steals the moment.
It comes apart;
the surrogacy of imperfect―
seeds of love and hate.
Dry leaves of a tree
will not carry the message of
a beautiful lake.
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