the world of feelings

the world of feelings has violence
the violence ends with silence
no flowers ever bloom
nothing but doom doom doom

but sometimes there is happiness
then there is no war or stress
there they wave their flag
pride fills the air, then there is no lag

then there is worry
with worry, everyone is in a hurry
people worry because because they could be late
they rush for their own sake

at last there is mystery
things that are lost in history
feelings have been free
they’ve been carried on like a bee .

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