With smiles, humanity
May perhaps under new sun,
a flower bud of new sunrise,
carved pains of pure grace
which embraces happiness
as the journey commences.
Same eavesdrop drops
with more valued meaning,
same tears fall
as grateful inning,
towards the bridges
with vetoed thorns commencing.
New hearts in bloom
after long winter doom,
eyes in deep slumber awakened
smiling from the withering end,
yet, left traces of past speckles;
but, new history embraces.
The cries of lies
In goodness dies,
The swords are sheathed,
In peaceful breath
Enjoying serenity in isles,
Twinkling with grateful smiles.
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