I'm a poetess
And I'm still allowed
to drop in time to time
on my childhood ground
where my pencils yet
don't know how they can
classify people
by painting the bound
where the biggest wars
started with the sound
of the wooden swords
and ended with crowned
No guns, no bombs
no blood on their hands
the earth doesn't be bought
by money in this land
where the paper sun
has two bright eyes
and its wide smile
is a deluxe brand
where a paper boat
is the only way
to start the far
long journey around
the breeze is a king
when the dandelions
about to fly
expecting command
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