Gold lost

silver not last

bronze bars

atmosphere  is murdeous

to embrace cooli cloud

you can't dazzle bu dizzy

among dubious crowds

surrounding your star

why somene must to say

i must fall

for his risen?

will this roughen will?

a will to uprisen

evil thought makes air

darns our worth time to time

with mischevious needle

who will please tell us riddle

to bail our hair

whether to hurb the tame or fame

from hands of skies scars

best friend is worst enemy

best enemy is worst friend

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the hand of man shows him the way to his path

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