NOT ONCE

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I saw not once,

how unmerciful knife

crops roses, joy of life.

I saw not once,

how a cruel word

crops hopes like a sword.

I saw not once,

how a sinful tongue

crops dreams with a bang.

I saw not once,

how kindness

crops weeds of wickedness.

I saw not once,

how gloomy death

crops pains,

gives us eternal rest.