Aromatic
Heavenly scent, sweet nectar
of desires. Aromatic honey bringing delight
to the brink of despair.
The race of life, away from me,
treading the road.
Life's meaning will be
transformed into a virgin field.
The future's never certain, its value
is in teardrops bursting the mountains and hills.
With but a harmless glare
so easily roused like a flash of light
sparkling in the sky.
How far can we go?
I wish to shout,
but my voice is hoarse.
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