Why my heart is still full of hope
why am I still full of love
when this world is so cold and ugly
full of despair
full of destruction
why I still hear the whisper of the wind
why I hear the solid music of silence in nature
when this world is full of hatred
full of revenge and envy
full of ignorance..
why art touches me still
why am I melancholy
when the world turns to plastic
full of robots on the streets
full of microchip heads..
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