Suffering Smile

The world goes 'round

Round for days

Humans make sound

With no delays.

No colors are alike

Just blended lights

I'm color blind

to endless fights.

We live,

We breath,

We eat,

We die,

Create

A

Realm

Without a lie.

 

Each to their own,

we endure to suffer.

Let my living be,

each to another.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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