Would we survive tomorrow?
Crossing a line, to find the dried bones.
Are you upset? Bells will not toll.
I have worn many shields.
No birthday Can you give me a reward?
Milk was no more our weapon.
It is not possible to remain
human. Primitiveness rules. Rivers
of heart have started drying up.
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'It is not possible to remain
human. Primitiveness rules. Rivers
of heart have started drying up.'
(but luckily, those foolish few - like me
are still naïve enough, to dream
our fallible dreams, of humility's: Unity)
thank you for sharing,
I read and learn, Guru!
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