It endures all love and hate,
Against all odds of natural laws,
And against all odds of fate.
Even more so does the world
Have less issues that divide than bind,
To the more considerate and less bellicose
It reciprocates more in kind.
|| Know no more about me, I, me and myself, in all; Than the perturbations of thoughts and feels, That, everyday, rise and fall.|| For an older version of my blog, visit here.
In the wilderness of the green lush trees, Between the sea and the hills; Mighty Poseidon of the seas - Upon the dazzling beauty of Kerkyra...
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