A little shake.
A little sway.
A thousand birds in mid air,
astounded!
A thousand flowers on my grave,
disheveled!
A thousand seeds in my heart,
withered!
Sun rays plucks on my
cataract eyes.
Guilt feeds on my
mushroomed hands.
Oh! The denied legacy.
What have I left!
The denied legacy
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