When looking at the stars that shine
Up in the darkened sky,
So many thoughts then cross my mind,
And they are soaring high.
When will we reach those distant suns?
What with us will we take?
I think the Earth’s too filled with guns,
It suffers and it aches.
The universe no battle field,
It’s always longed for peace.
When there’s no sword none needs a shield.
A clasp, don’t clench your fists.
I see that hope is in your eyes
That we’ll find the right door.
Someday we’ll live in paradise,
We won’t know what is war.
28.02.98
95. Stars
© Copyright: Феликс Ремов, 2020
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