the golden rock has sharp edges,
broken trees soften over the soft moss,
lets swim in the river of whirlpool,
finish the body getting yourself burnt.
put in sweat in time for the rhyme,
you love and you wake up,
we both meet and become one.
punishment has its own reward.
the good in being bad,
wheel of time erases all.
we are spinning the boundaries to unite,
ashes absorbed by mother earth.
like a polished marble sculpture,
the seeds boom out of the soil,
reaching the core is a long road.
disciplined in the ways of nature,
the bad in being good,
the wood pulp seeps up through the soil,
its still a wonderful play.
learning is an effortless endeavor.
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