I was the lonely moon
With my kins, alone in the crowd
hoofs on sands of memories that fade.
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War is a Brake
Moving on its Ethereal Time line
It’s so difficult to grow
A candle lit at noon.
Soon you will discover
Popular though evil, unsocial,Always in a mode of denialSo called Great PoliticiansWill start searchingMinus within Plus…Faults in Yoga practices.To keep their vote bankFree from contaminationsAs they take itFrom this great art of living.When will these jokersLearn to live andLet others live?
War is a period
End with Paralyzing cowardice.
A cold shivering spreads around,
Death embraces the chick nascent.
Gold is gold, and
Promises and heartsonce broken,are broken for ever! !