The one soul has been teared aside
To beseech your destination
Heaven slump rapidly
The other side doesn’t afflict
Touched by a gift,
Which turned into calamity.
Whom turned away?
For rage and disgust.
The wild glanced….
Aggregation overwhelm the one,
It is not the same.
The soul aches,
Anguished but yet so prosperous .
Disgusted by swooning results
A gratuitous guilt isn’t the fate.
