Muted Machine


As a fatal blow of the fate-
Many sharp spears and swords
Thrusted deeper thousand times
Until the throne of passions
Burst out into bloody beads:
Rinsed away the roots of dream
Roared to the soul to be a machine
Muted the murmurings of the mind
Entombed the memories in marbles
Formatted sparks of far-fetched ideals
Transformed a hypersensitive-
To a senseless mass of bubbles,
Just to burst away-
Even in the spring breeze!!!

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