Poem of the Day
An incident of the day
that i didn't pray.
For such a pain,
to be a gain,
of this daily precaution.
Too deep in my own imagination,
unconscious my surroundings
of the running life.
As it saves us for thirst,
bathed us clean.
So pristine and pure
But so cold and hot.
In both pleasing and suffering ways.
takes its forms, due to its surroundings.
massively covers the livings.
And i on this day of the incident
becomes a victim of it.
^^guess what is "it"
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