I felt the thorn tear at my heart
Watching silently the gush of the waters
In the serenity of the silence
The pain gnashed ever so persistently
Like an ulcer untreated; a cancer
Waters gush and crush against solid rock
Birds sing and chant in their trees, in the skies
Rocks still and undulating as of eons
Hills rise and fall in surreal harmony
Trees sway and swing in rhythm
But man rants and self-annihilates to nothingness
~~Asiti~~
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