Poem for Sunday: Monday Life’s Moving Frame
Human rights norms love and life at one of the last turning points everything else was also itself, frameless anyway and meaningless to all the angel hands that guarded it and did not forget it
The daily temperate marches only hinted at their necessity when their dry green harvest was muted,
Hunger knows us all, and not everyone can be satiated, Contentment is a noblest element,
There may be much turbulence in Porzellan Haus, but the promised debt is not a matter of time to be repaid. Assuming that everything has repeated itself since the last turning point, the whole time frame is not framed anyway
No one alone can give a circle of social peace for all the people in the world we live in, draw sorters , given light is duty , and that is our task, to make the foundation of tomorrow sustainable, we all wish you a wonderful Monday and a good start to the week.(se/nz)