O. P.
Our quarrels are the souls’ dark
And anger is a potion.
When find we an emotion
For living not like bait and shark?
I love when smile you at me
And present me words tender.
I would prefer this splendour,
But not the evil that I see.
How can we stop to live like slaves
Of wicked burning fire?
Let’s crush this strong desire
And swing on peaceful, kind waves.
The 30th of June, 2019