Day 1441, sky.

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You

get scattered

in all directions

by all

that is small

~

but

its not the crest

that brings

but the ripples

that give

~

a blue sky

Day 1066, sick world.

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It’s burning outside, in my world.

It’s the hate you see, in my world.

The absence of mirrors, reflection.

The believe in a father, party, or lord.

A promise that steels, seduces your conscience.

Reduces the other, your neighbor, to foe.

“They have to be wrong why else do they question”.

Your right is not standing well on its own.

It’s saddens to know that people still hate.

And have not learned from the mistakes that are made.

It’s burning outside, in the world that I see.

It’s the hate you see, in the world that I see.

Nochrisis

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