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Aug 2014
We were,
A treat to the eyes
A myth to their lies
The silver lining of innocence
In the end of a viscious tie

We were as painfully beautiful
As the sparks that fly out of two frictional objects
Wearing and tearing the edges apart
And yet, the little fireworks show attract audience

People really do love to observe destruction
First slowly yet steadily and then,
          All at once
It's not just roses that look beautiful and yet cause pain with their thorns are touched
Priyadarshini Mukherjee
Written by
Priyadarshini Mukherjee  Howrah, India
(Howrah, India)   
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