I see a few stars growing from the sea.
You said they are guitars falling from the unlit sky.
I differ. You differ.
He thought they are yellow tulips thrown into the sea.
He differs!
We all differ! And we fight, until one cry.
Why do we differ seeing the same wavy strokes?
We are people, but not same people. So we differ.
And we fight, and we fight. We all differ.
I still see the roots.
Do you yet see the strings?
He still thinks it as few pulpy flowers to be kissed by the fish!
At last we all agree. We surely see the sea.
And continue to fight, until we all cry.
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