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If only my time was tranquil,
I would have talked to myself.
Let unrevealed grief speak,
Seek what instincts me.
I wish you could take a break,
Sit beside and listen to my siege.
The river of tears flow inside me,
See I inscribe these words of misery.
In different colours I exist,
I do have an identity,
But identified by many names.
I come from soil, water and air,
But sum up to be a living statue,
Moving from a land to another.
Going through several operations,
I am the constant process of life,
Every moment I am different.
I am the aura of my layout.