world is looking out
of every place
differently
in our feeling
and apart from feeling,
we don't still know,
how it will be like ..
we suppose
believing in it,
in what we want to believe,
that it isn't ending,
into suddenly, here.
we are sure,
that the time is passing,
it is escaping quickly
and irretrievably.
so why people
are starting wars
knowing about it, that still
the time will pass them...
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