Motion picture of life's reel
For scrap of torn papers, for
Fallen broken twigs, crunchy leaves
Empty bottles without its cork,
Littered and smeared by dust
Thrown and smashed carelessly by the side of the pavement;
Wish if it could jump to its original form
To be the part of original self
On the joyful trees, fluttering books and on the magical potion for the cure
To feel resurrected
And to breath its life once again
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