Our world

I believe this is what we all have in common

The rusty arrows of language

Straight to the heart

You don't have to know who created it

You also don't have to ask who's still using it

Because, it

There is no past

All testimony is dead

Devoid

A fragile chest

How to stop the rush of blood

The chant of the divine voice is the toughest armor

Life spreads out delicately

Pave the already broken crevices

yes! I don't say

You should know that too

This is our world!

Give birth to our land with the same rivers!