To day I can't start enjoy
Doing anything
Knitting our destiny
Through attending a paing exhibitions
Where I saw some fish on the wall
And theocean wave kisses
The seashore
Where the children are playing
Beside their house
And feeling love each other
For loving their home
And deeply love their country
Before their village burning
By the races conflict
Since the crisis burning everything
From unreasonable causes
They must live in a tend
As refugee in their own country
And feel no destiny
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