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Snow fell like white silk, a girl walked on the snow with butterfly steps. People carry their own songs and dreams. They need modern songs which mention the deepness of their lives, and their emotions whether felt or not. Palpable, understandable, intelligent songs that trigger fights. Snow fell like white silk, on this world; full of agony.
Ruthlessness and violence are still strong and still in charge. People die. Young and warm, they die, as if they don’t. On one side, life goes on. On the other, wire nettings and bars. Snow fell on the eyelashes of a girl like white silk. It fell on the blue river, on my hair. On buses, trees, houses. I fondled them in my heart, the butterfly steps of the girl that passed by me. Any girl, that had dreams.
I wished for this world to be a better place. I wished for these ignominies to end under the snow that fell like white silk. I wished for a baby not to live its life in intimidation while sleeping in its crib; and for people not to be torn into pieces when they’re living nice and warm, and vividly.
Let us have dreams under the snow that falls like white silk. Let us live, freely, fairly, thoughtfully.
Let’s tell each other what we think about.
Let happiness possess the entire world; a humanly care, covering everywhere.
Snow fell like white silk. Let it fall. The world will be a better place, I believe in that.
As much as I believe in the beauty, the puerility, the infinite courage and the potentiality of a human’s heart.
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