Random musings of sorts.

I felt the wilderness around me as I caught the last autumn leaf at the palm of my hand.

I breathed in despair to what the world had become, a slowly fragile valuable information container that dealt with political battles over human struggle.

As I gaped at the vanilla sky which was exuberant because of it's unison colors, I saw the dense wild phase of mother earth as she finished everything in her path in the disguise of human sufferings.

Untold and misinformed the radicals rose to Allah's last call for war as peace settled all around in the form of a mist thereby creating a new landform for our children to live in without any restrictions, or decisions embossed in their fragments of imagination.

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