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SOL#DAY 10- A picture that took my words


What should I tell you, o dear children, oh my innocent knights in shining armor...

This world and all in itself couldn't do much to save you from an artificial cata strophe.

Each day I pray for you with the belief that the next day will be a soothing balm on your injured palm

But, alas the hope dies as the day breaks, spreading light that blinds the vision, not the other way around!!


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Oh, that picture is so so sad. Your poem is very powerful, especially: "Each day I pray for you with the belief that the next day will be a soothing balm on your injured palm"

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