Whom they are supposed to serve.
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War is a gust of air
For a caravan of peace lovers.
Beauty lies in the symmetry,
None alone would be enough.
After decades lost
Struggles and sufferings,Griefs and agonies,Chasing after money,Grazing so much grassOf books and looks,Of hooks and crooks,We come acrosseach other at last..On the same road,On the same mode,Where we left each otherTo face the world alone,all by our own.
A life under the shadow
Lips and looks can’t dissemble.
A sky of winter afternoon
Someone stills the heart beats.
A do or die day
He never fell in love.