Golden old days?
“Lazy exciting days
Those calmness-es beneath the
shadows of the trees
Dirt & muddy clothes never
minded,
While lying on the yellow ground,
On back… head rested on bent
hands
Meek voice, deep breath,
A resonating mind,
Moisture and green playing around
Little things matter more then,
Happiness was not costly along
I loved those days, I love those
days
Fool and good old those days
Away from media, MEDIA
And all prejudices, else’s
opinions
Talking with animals
Singing with the birds
Long time hangings,
With physical beings,
Loving ones, near you”-
If I would have had such a world
I wonder, then
What would be I craving about?
I would have not get all by it
But craved for more, and more
& no seen end around
…
Deprived of true purpose…
Deprived of true love…
Deprived of true happiness
Media fillin’up minds around
...
Hey duck
Let's rest in peace
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