Poem last Sunday: make a wish
Long years why we build for peace
A long year can no longer pull a binder, Peace bricks are thirsty at the root of the abundance of water
For years everything was protected from the immense greed of wind and electricity
What else knocks at these low prices for peace and quiet
When we come back to life, we all come and go
The cycle of life abides only in the name of God, His mysteries, May bad times turn into good ones.
love heals make a wish
However, without clean water, a dove of peace will not stop.(se/nz)Thank you !!