World
A Big bang, the press good news
is here small silky tender young endearing
to morning dew.
Joy laughter sounds of trumpetst
Roses dancing and sing sun stand shinning
brightly.
Warm embrace claiming space prints desending
from a new generation I here a suit voice
of sound that echo through the land.
My passport present working hand in hand with
destine.
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