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….
https://timeofapostasy.wordpress.com/2023/06/25/few-only/
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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