Oh my lovers! The insomnia filled the eyeball, and in the mind your love, her love and the love of hungers.
Oh People! Do not pain? They said that the storages are full of weapons.
I answered them “ the arrow of her eye was clear, and I am waiting for the morning when the sun shines and wakes them up from the roves and cemetery to stand up for their rights, and scream“ Is their any place among the monkeys?”
The rodents came from the storages after they dilapidated the weapons and ate all the food. They swelled and became fat and full of wounds.
But the specialist operated on them to make them beautiful like a dove, nicer than a belle and more handsome than any man. When the morning came the rodents laughed at their new form, and when the smile appeared in its' ratty and wounded teeth, and they started again with their usual activities without mercy and sorrow.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)
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