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I seek
After hearing the voice of despotism,
the cries of the hungry looking in the trash for bread,
the bitter language of solitude,
I look in the blue sky for serenity;
I create a landscape and try to dream
I seek peace among the white fingers of the aurora
After not finding the line of understanding,
the root of the soul,
the wind of justice,
the submerged freedom,
...Saturday 3rd June 2017 7:43 pm
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