Old Civilization
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This is about four thousand years old civilization
Waiting at the dead end,
Bloomed one, waiting for the doom
Dry petals, stingy fragrance,
Hollow earth, poisonous space,
Flying high to capture the throne
The useless drone,
Dies with starvation,
Unfaithful to self,
Unwanted yelp,
Disgusting, disobedient,
Under the firmament,
In spite of all
A witty civilization,
Going to lose the trace,
After destruction
Going to be seed
For the new construction
For the new life,
For the new world,
As earlier civilization,
Mingled with the mud.
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