Transition
Drop by drop, I dropped
my dropped inner soul.
First blood drop of hatred
shed a gory river.
Yet another, filled with lust,
raped and killed without shiver.
The next was avarice
that longed for huge bank balance.
One was really unkind
and poisoned the mind.
The last was of prejudice
that caused war and injustice.
And now, every drop is pure,
truly reddish, not azure.
The world is beautiful
where love reigns for sure.
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