this world is sphere of hate
me and you are its bait
to fetch greed and misery
and all happiness is history
so lets run from this cacophony
to the day more sunny
far from maddening people
hypocrite, orthodox, deceptive amiable
to the place where grass is greener
the light is brighter and mountain mightier
'be haste to run my love true
before this world manipulate you..'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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