For A Better World... Poem by Lionara S.t.m.o.l

The soul is from guilt drowned
as dying from hunger a child.
Seeks an approval written
by senior spiritual body.

Love is a captivity game.
Makes more verbose human's body.
A joy beyond mother's substance
which will dry quickly forgotten.

It is the thirst for radiation of eyes.
For a whole pure view...
As blissful childhood friendship,
from doubt that has withered.

It is the way that differs.
It shows whether you care or want to be imposed.
How much serenity you contribute in love?
By common goal: Savior and Conqueror.

[Inspired by the book of Pearl S. Buck 'Bread of humans ']