The World is pure.
People are cruel.
Feelings are sincere.
There is no fear.
Voicelessness is a sound.
The Soul is compound.
There is no doubt -
People're only crowd.
Who are able to cry
Will never die,
Who are able to love
Will never laugh,
Who are able to think
Will never see
The aim of this World
And its Mystery!
10.11.07
The World is pure...
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