From the door of dawn
U may cut me with ur sexiness ;
Still, like tree, I’ll grow .
Off the ocean of dusk
U may shoot me with ur sassiness ;
Still, like air, I’ll blow .
The moment time flips
U may burn me with ur haughtiness ;
Still, like history, I’ll flow .
U, like earthquake, may scatter
I still roam like shooting star
In the siesta of rest ;
Penning down for next chapter .
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