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'' There never was a good war, or a bad peace.'' Benjamin Franklin
Peace is in my mind, my heart and my soul ...
Crimson hands, blackening hearts. Yesterday a delivery, today a burial, how could daytime be so ephemeral? Down, the curtains now are turned, however, no lesson seems to be learned. As long as vultures fly and aim, doves are to hybernate in shame. Aegoudhoum Rachid
This vale of tears After a contemplation of the world today, i realized why the sky is coloured in grey. The earth roofed in smoke of cremation heavily raining morsels of a nation. The legacy a stray left in sombreness and sorrow, expecting no luminous face for the morrow. Cut branches,tearing apart.
