The eyes of new hopes are

Still in search of goodness,

White feather of desire

Oscillates in stroms and thunders,

The mighty, the one who destroy the nature

Peaks try to take them all.

Round and round all around the planet

Both measures the same,

Press of claws, lines of sonet.

From sunrise to sunset

No home, only house.

Thinks the miracle will happen

All the small logs together in.

So the eyes of new hopes are

Still in rearch of goodness…

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