Donations
Reservations
Expectations
Lamentations:
Let's see what sticks and what stinks
Don't be reversed,
It isn't rehearsed,
Just go with it
The life, it carries in weight and distance,
It doesn't owe anyone,
Nor own anybody
Releasing the hostage within oneself,
Even the air feels freer,
The flowers more flowery
Just like those words of today and tomorrow
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