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On Going Still
On Going Still
One day I was going home
I poked with writing a poem
Impel by the convictions of Neruda
I initiate the doings means of stillness.
As known silence is greater than speech
We can't yet mind the switch
It would be a exotic moment
When there won't be any lament
There is a peace on going still
Yet hopes for the greedy meal
If once we learn
There won't be any mourn
No whales will be harm
Calculations be the charm
There will be no rush of engines
When all will be in there means
Salt gatherer will get intervals
To have glance on hurt festivals
Bring the season of silence
Promising there will be no violence,
Stopping the deadly green wars
No people to see the stars.
Stable in their own places
Admiring their honoured graces.
Yet searching for the peace
Burning human kind ease .
Wishing you for the observation of still
Going home in a carrying yule .
