The dawn of morning wakes the world
A light drizzle washes the thirsty earth
Nature is so simple
And yet complicated
The wind will cool you down the sun will warm you …
But man always wants more and more …
He has a slice of bread then he would like three
Maybe two he’ll throw away but he’ll show that he has more than you
You won’t meet anyone under the fig tree, Lord
It’s so poor and not today’s
Now only churches count
Buildings once beautiful now ugly
In which people talk and talk and talk….
You Lord are long gone there
But they don’t care
Some man is a god to them and there are as many gods as there are people
You have a sad face but sometimes seeing someone who sees you God beams with joy and love
Few only…
A light rain cools the thirsty lips
The soul is washed by your crystal clear gaze
We move on and the world hates us as it always has
Arkadiusz Niewolski
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