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Be happy,

its moving -

Though west,

Not your east!

Be happy,

Its growing -

Though south,

Not your north.

Be happy,

Its happy.

as itself -

Not your pet.

I cannot unsee,

I cannot forget,

I cannot let go.

You stomped on it,

Trimmed it,

Poured dirt all over it.

Yet, now shamelessly -

wish and pray,

for it to thrive.

I wish you success!

From high above, 

Sitting on a cozy cushion. 

I saw her, 

barely with anything, 

too hot literally, 

jumping and romping, 

smoking and fogging. 

Companion fanning her, 

with a piece of cardboard. 

as if to cool her a little. 

A black wave again, 

rolled crystals.

Then, four mountains - 

with power studded,

shiny emblems etched - 

overpowered the wave. 

She is still too hot, 

yet fully conscious, 

and finally landed. 

And I write this to commemorate 

Her at the place and act.  

The trenches are dug,
Both sides armed to teeth,
Every day they stare through holes,
And nobody squeezes the trigger.