tired pixels #14

somewhere here will appear my prose and if you do not look for enemies among people the rose of peace will bloom on earth we will be freed from invisible shackles 
the magician was not crucified like Jesus he was pecked by a dove of peace miracle turned out to taste at the play he was not a fakir 
but don't be afraid everything will be as before there will be time to stand and move eternity people will love without clothes buying carelessness with money