Life; a kaleidoscope.
Real colors sometimes; then altered colors.
Begins with instant and innocent cries.
Ending up with experienced cries and feels of departure.

Sharing or stealing nonvolatile memories
Of volatile moments with kith and kin

Keep on watching through the scopes
Of criteria set by ourselves
Watch with a saddist's anxiety, others' offs and pits.

Rest is to god who created the real kaleidoscope
Of world and of unknown unknonwns.

illias elambilakode

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