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Aug 16
I know what I have done,
But now it's too late,
I feel pity, and wonder how to change
What's already been written in our fate.

As humans, we savor all things
Except for peace and kindness
Which are the essence of all living beings

Its too late for acknowledgement,
We respect what we sow.
Oh, poor mother nature.
Please forgive us, this is not want we chose.

-Dharmi
Written by
Dharnish
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