Safe in a superficial life,
The warmth, born of lies,
Keeps at bay all the strife.
Meetings on a higher plane,
Create frictions in the dirt,
A play, of universal games.
Flowers frozen within sleep,
Hide a furore of the invisible,
And surrender to a terror deep.
Tears and words of relevance,
Born from within pits of fire,
Are by-products of negligence.
J.Bibi
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