29.10.2024
The millipede goes on its way, New birds are hidden in the leaves, Though all the world seems calm today Humanity in sorrow grieves The endless wars upon this earth, The poverty of mankind's ways, Of peace and love one feels the dearth And the kindliness of days, Awaiting the descent of peace And the spirit's great release.
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