REFLECTIONS OF A PYROMANIAC. A poem by Zeynep Sami

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WASITGOODFORYOU ASKS WASITGOODFORYOU?

I am not wise enough to define good,
But I can say all is alright;
Because why not.

Ever morning the sun shines,
We live under blue skies,
Time goes clockwise,
Peace can be found in chaos,
For I have never seen it otherwise.

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