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Triple branches ripple a moon Instances of a ripened style Trickles of light seep Tears of life rain Dripping patterns Canvas of irregularity Imperfect simplicity Insulation

If our world was to wither today It would be a simple string of tribulations Influence would dance in our heads The broken butterflies of our youth A greater day shines on a horizon The ebb of life dances playfully The flow of worlds act gracefully The pictures are painted ineptly Inside the strokes is a reality Unbelievable beauty is splattered Solidarity continues to be unabated A sojourn of existence is enlightened...