Let poetry stay...one more time
Let the flowers bloom in the garden of life
Let the smile brighten my coldest days
That I may walk through the snow like a warrior
dressed in red for the war
In her kingdom of roses and love
Let a warm wind bring good news
Of better times...
Let poetry win the hearts
of those who rebels against lack
of imagination...or passion...or else!
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