While beauty around us withers, a once-thriving yield
we chose to ignore
gathers the dust of neglect and abandonment.
We grow silent.
In every act of neglect
there remains the sigh of hope
in hearts to revive the lifeless.
We have erred and misjudged
we devoured time.
It is far too late, the world now despairs
while the storms raged
and winds raved
the fires of dissent
spread in all forms.
We live in regret.
-shobana-
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