the world
is destroyed.
the institutions
are dead.
crimes are committed.
all in words!
we live.
we sick.
we die.
forgotten or remembered?
all is doomed!
with eyes rooted,
on the route of parallel words,
painting images of hopes,
we found solace.
relieving our turmoured hearts,
of its turmoils,
giving hope at last.
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