"seald" poems
When the sun will sets from the east
and will rise from the west,
when the love will surpass the hate
and the hate will seald into a black box,
when the winter bacame summer
and the summer winter,
when the children will discover happiness
and the happiness will originate from them.
Then the war will end forever.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:34 AM UTC