Placed be I of secrecy, one of never be told
A thought of danger, forced into the lonely cold
Intricate be the reason of silence.
Shall be torn within, for listen
weak within resolve of reason
falling prey to the eye of season.
What be swing of solution,
A tinge of hope and admiration?
Discipline be the key in all
Act fast sir, Before you fall...
~Nikhil Srinidhi~
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