On the barren land
Trees bear fruits of assortment
Nectars and juices dripping
Stinging the thirsty bird
Wounded not spreading its wing
Throughout the drought
Rivers flow rapidly
Flooding the land and plain
Bleeding out through the cracked land
Dusty and grimy
Flowers are blooming rowdily
All over the sterile garden
Petals and fragrance whiff
Hurting the starving butterflies
Broken flutter flaming flicker
Here in the land of space
Plankton squeezes its way out
Through the air of emptiness
Bruising its tender skin
Drenched in dry drain
And in this land of nothingness
Ten thousand hands couldn’t cope with
Multiplicity of the zilch and inexistence
Desolation takes over
Slaying away all hues of bliss.
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