The Blue Tears Of The World

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Blinded sheep run through deserted field
Across the dry meadows and dry streams.
The mourning color of the sky,
So limpy without the slouds doesn´t let
The birds to fly in peace.
The sorrow has the blue colour today.
The sentence of time had signed
Human stupidity.
The music of mourning si burned
In the heat of sun.
We are escaping in front of our actions
Into the safety of the past.
The safety lace of the earth
Vanished in the time.
What are we going to do?
Is it late to ask?
We are the blind sheep running
Over the dry ocean
And the paddles of the lost watter
Are the wet tears of the world.