And the moon would sit and gaze
Out of jealousy for what we share
Out of sight of known eyes that stare
So the cold clouds stir into the moon’s eye the haze
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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