in low lying
huts, in far away villages,
thatched and dry
in
the sunlight that bathes
them
people arise
to what day they were born
into
unworried
by the world at large.
there is fish to catch.
fires to build.
the simple things of keeping
alive.
but there is love too.
don't forget that.
ever.
huts, in far away villages,
thatched and dry
in
the sunlight that bathes
them
people arise
to what day they were born
into
unworried
by the world at large.
there is fish to catch.
fires to build.
the simple things of keeping
alive.
but there is love too.
don't forget that.
ever.
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