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The Blame
The bird had put the blame
On the wind
To escape from the accusations
Made by the rose
The wind had put the blame
On the season
To define herself as the breeze
That every flower wants to seize
The time had put the blame
On the ambigous space
To defend her soul once again
Arguing that she was not feeling the same
The artist had put the blame
On the lyrics of t...
Sunday 16th May 2021 5:07 am
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