Current debate about contemporary life, ancient historical issues, and just about everything in between in different languages
And nature pleased the wretched faun,
Dormant under the lethargic ground,
With jovial chants prior the light at dawn.
The old genuine trust; cannot be done!
And now every short tale has begun!
Nice to know you are all alive
Anyone been struck by the virus and its demise ?
I will get even worse soon
And we'd be howling at the moon!
If you blindly trust without question,
you might fail and lose everything special
Trust your own guts and peaceful thoughts
A special mode to say your life is not into a knot
No smiles, no joy, no laughter
The holiness is gone and the night after
The old artists are gone into the beyond
The writers are censored by bullies - furlong
Nothing is left to say, so back where we belong
It's healthier when we all keep our opinion face to face.
And never complain about the communist at this place.