You had failed
the truth, staring at
the hot sun.
To prove the criminality
of demigods, you
use a ploy to listen to
the inner voice.
The body revolts.
Fluids break the
boundaries against the
mixed thoughts.
You pick up the
grace of a fallen star.
Night weeps for all night.
Mystery of truth was
never solved.
You can transcend
the deep pain now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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