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The Style


If our ugliness is our style,

The world is free to be stylish.

Climate change,

The style of the world.

Here Mother Nature becomes father;

The venom once she kept hidden,

It was hidden in her heart;

We are the little child,

The lusty creatures.

All our perishing is the cause of disobedience.

A day begins at dawn and goes on to evening;

The stars smile at night.

We are too busy to observe them,

Busy in the busy world.

The world we run faster.

Every thing is right,

Only our ugliness is our style,

The style to enjoy little,

The style to destroy much.

smiley - birosmiley - birosmiley - biro

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