See the top peak of the humanity is melting,
Through the poverty-thatched-edged- eaves
People has not seen the sun, hope is pelting,
We like autumnal tree dry thought like leaves,
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An age of decadence we are thrown into.But, we must hope for better world.A beautiful poem.
We like autumnal tree dry thought like leaves, Falling, swaying, gliding thus making the noise