weapons are loaded
heads are Downes
the beautiful white Jasmine flower
turns to cherry 🍒 red by blood..
the fresh atmosphere turns to Smokey dirt
music are turns to dirge
i could see the love between a mother and child
i could see the love between husband and wife
i could feel the pain to whom we love they could die infront of our eyes .
years and years of enemies holding eachother hands to safe their life
i could see the people's those are once praying to the lord want to become millionaire
know praying for " O lord" please mercy upon us
nothing we need except our life's
i could see how the millionaire,& the poorest people sharing the food for rest of life .
the war could end or not now it's not necessary to them
whatever gonna happen they never want to lose anyone
the will arises ,love induces ,now it's feels like the battlefield turns to the place of love ❣️
Hasee🍁




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