midnight in the garden of peace

international poetry antology
Most often when I think about
the workers who put on pillers under the deep water
Then my heart becoming to
freeze
Unfortunately while a bridge blust
by black hands then lives of the both banks bleed
And ceased
Yes, there are available Sand stone and
beaks to repair a broken bridge
But it is not easy to rejoin or reconstruct the broken
conjunction
between broken hearts of
humen bridge
So I am standing as a Knight
With a sword of words
On the bank of the river of humanity
To defend kindness and fraternity
For which I make me
Pledge.
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