<\/p>\n
It is… a strange “Happiness”,<\/p>\n
…Everything growing,<\/p>\n
and I can taste Blood…<\/p>\n
Nature is exploding in its Beauty,<\/p>\n
and I can taste Blood and Death…<\/p>\n
without much to do about it…<\/p>\n
It is a strange “Peace”,<\/p>\n
lying in the Light,<\/p>\n
still Dark Shadows passing by…<\/p>\n
It has been there before, too many times…<\/p>\n
I try to keep Faith in Human Beings,<\/p>\n
and my Heart open and Blossoming…<\/p>\n
One got to do, what one got to do,<\/p>\n
and there will be Another day, with a better taste,<\/p>\n
some day.<\/p>\n
My Drum just answered…<\/p>\n
Smile, it said…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"