[You can put up with everything in this world except not with a long stretch of beautiful days.]-Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
History says
there were days
people exchanged smiles
instead of the contagious currency notes
No fights, boundaries, borders, backbiting
barbed wire fences and they lived happily.
When people were sick
Sun, Moon and stars they came down
and say 'Hello' to all as a lullaby
but nowadays they're angry it seems
and sky's faraway?
*[The tree that has no a flower
So I press my lips on the thorns
beloved that's my only kiss? ]
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