Civil Resistance
like a butterfly I cannot
fold the wings.
Why do we need to
burn the orchard grass
for an interim exit.
My bête noire was me.
I would not separate the
statecraft from worship.
Snubbing the trees,
I want to climb tall to know, why
were we using sarin and mustard.
On the road to avatars,
I won’t believe, that a released
soul should come back.
Robotic, someone was
searching a lost forest.
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Song of the Radiant Phoenix
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Whispers of a Wooden Wonder
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Whispers Beneath the Cosmic Veil
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Serenades of the Silent Night
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice -
Shadows of a Forbidden Moon
Written by Oscar Auliq-Ice
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- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Song of the Radiant Phoenix"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers of a Wooden Wonder"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Whispers Beneath the Cosmic Veil"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Serenades of the Silent Night"
- Oscar Auliq-Ice wrote a poem "Shadows of a Forbidden Moon"
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