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History, a translucent telling of the past,
Of red riots, gold glories, and tales lost,
Muffled words unearthed less but sought,
Glinting as impulses of intricacy in thought,
They tread on and on, like seeds rooting the mortal sapling.

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Technology, a sophisticated flight wing,
Rising high and, at times, mining a fall,
A transition or a new phase of survival?
Or a lavish lab or a gambling dungeon?
Maybe karma of fruit laughing at its seed that had seen eons.

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Rhyme scheme: AABBC|CDDEE

Belief behind:

Past and future bear connectivity. To define the future, one must study the past. Nothing is new when life is a seed to bear fruit which gives the seed back to earth again.

Mytho-element:

Karma: The word for fruits we bear with actions and deeds.

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