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A Scent Of Freedom
August 18, 2025, 07:07 pm
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There is a scent of Freedom in the air…
The Butterflies are dancing dos-à-dos...
Translucent, fascinating wings, all glimmer
in purple, blue, and pink, and indigo…
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If Peace — or War! The humans came together,
to fight with words, debate, attack and shout!
As if, this simplest of the simple question,
still needs to wonder, what is all about!
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So simple!… Butterflies dance in my garden…
Isn’t Peace, only answer of them all?
How wise they are!… Beautiful flowers kissing,
and blessing fields, on our Blue Dot Ball…
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Europe wants send heavy guns and money…
Ukraine is scrambling, fixed on land control!
The children die in underground tunnels,
but bankers plan new virus to start roll…
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Americans are fighting with each other,
in greed all lost, and sick, obsessed to have!…
To have all riches of this wondrous planet,
plus, humans under brutal boots enslave!…
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How stupid is the man! Blinded by money,
misses see Life in pink, blue, indigo…
The sweetest Butterflies, so wise and lovely,
dance in my garden, happy, dos-à-dos…
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Cosmic Liberty 