Urge will Blind
The thirst will make you blind,
and this hunger will mute your voice.
Yet when the prey meets the predator,
your blindfold will unfold,
and the bird will make a sound.
The predator becomes the prey
As he got blinded by his urge
Enlightened by his joy
As the present has been acknowledged..
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