Flowering

Life is a beautiful illusion

A place of confusion

Reaching its shores

I found my self

Full of confusion

No meaning only overreached

Producing bountiful amount

Few goes into bloom

Even fewer become fruits

And almost no one

Of all manifolds

Becomes a tree

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