My Dear Steemian
Take a look...
About the world story
It's written on the virtual canvas
Various stories
In a thousand neutrals looked frozen
Staring at the dried sky full of emptiness
There are a thousand also restless
on the edge of anxiety
Drizzle ith envelop
A thousand flower faces
stabbing charm
About the speech
About his face
Also about his courtesy
I could hear the screams of the soul
Holding the droplets of the clear grain of the eye
That spilled licked the tempest fire
As if it is 40 degrees centigrade
Burn without compassion
Like a thirsty soul
At the end of the horns perished
Lost without a soul
And I saw also pride
That has blinded the eye
Tirelessly in power
Dry mouth is a pain
In a beautifully summed fellow in globalitation
THANK YOU
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