Friday, 6 March 2026

Between Worlds


In the world of fuss, nothing lasts.

In the world of dreams, happiness is pursued.

In the world of myths, facts are created.

In the world of reality, everything struggles in war.


In the world of evil, power seeks to endure.

Yet in the world of humans,

the restless heart

still searches for peace.


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