And who can be an aid
I don’t understand the binary
Just a thing to say
I’m not a hacker
An overwhelming longing creeping in
Let this business be known
To these untrained eyes
For they want to hack
Into all the vulnerabilities

To decipher:

Why the scarlet petal of a flower
Wither and wear a robe of wrinkles over time
Why a tree sans birds
Scares the weary traveller
Why the ‘charms of solitude’
Run at the tickling of bedlam
Why not every colour looks white
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