Some matters have to sublime,
If you don't want to blame,
Just like a sharp blade,
That's ready for bloodbirth.
Words may be calm like the clouds,
Yet swift like the sword,
Change colour as time surpasses,
Yet may just be an illusion.
Open your eyes wide,
So that your soul is your guide,
And heart the guardian,
For somethings may be a passing storm.
©done
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