Sunday, 28 August 2016


our cities were orchards;
our flats tree huts
decorated with cherry blossoms
and perfume of jasmine flowers;
our highways babbling brooks
surrounded by choirs of birds;
and love the universal language;
bridges would be redundant
‘cause we all ‘d be connected
soul to soul 

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