I kicked a pebble out of the sidewalk.

Watched it roll down, take a plunge and disturb the flow

Of the violet waters waiting for their chance

To graduate into the Atlantic, slow down; die with a promise to rise.

The pebble made a ripple and sent the lost leaf,

To rest by the banks, the dead deserved to be buried.

The buried nourishes all that’s near and far, there will soon grow a tree,

To revive this leaf and give it a place on its branch above.

The ropes on the bridge, the strings, lulls the night,

Every time the bitter-wind comes to inspect those asleep, without a hint.

Yet the fireflies preached of an hour when the world will come alive,

The flowers will bloom, the birds will sing, and all tears will be erased.

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The sky was changing colors, defeated were the forces of the dark.

The clouds cleared to crack the dawn, and the first ray was born.

They stood noble, respect for the wounded, for a diplomatic stance,

Behind the darkest of your days, is a sun always shining, a battle you’ll win.

The dawn woke the Earth, a teenage girl who is a mother who safe keeps-

The infants, the complexities of life–us. Her only greed,

To hide from us, the secrets, till its time. But search and you will see.

It’s all within us, inside our heart-you don’t have to win a war to rule, but, Ah! Soon you will know.

You don’t need lies, but just a try to prove your worth, your might.

The ground was covered in dew, and a seed did sprout, thou slightly bend.

The birds sang, flowers bloomed, and like the bees we hastily filled our hives.

For the crown did fall, conspiracy drew the blood, and the day collapsed.

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Routinely, here I’m on the bridge, the requisite, to kick another pebble away,

And turn the wheels again, to win, to lose, its all a cycle of life.