In our rooms, we have murmured
Down in our brains, we drew our thoughts
And the pictures we saw, we desire
As colorful as Ukraine's sunflowers
Brightens our smiles in our dreams.
If the assembly we have forsaken
Our face we lean on this walls to pray,
In faith, we water our hopes
while the clouds become pregnant with rains.
We know our lamentations are due with fruits.
@jcsonjenuis
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