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BlackWinged Andreas Barth


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Beautiful.Future

Finally, on that unusual morning,
Butterflies dancing over the grass,
Birds singing on the branches,
The bud burst into a flower,
So beautiful and moving.
The splendour of Truth suddenly cast colourful lights upon the meadow.
You clapped your hands and shouted loudly,
"Hurry up and look, Gardener.
Our Truth has blossomed.
How beautiful is our Future!"
However, the Gardener had already left quietly, leaving the beautiful Future for you.

(Taken from: "Flowers of the Future", by a chinese Prisoner)

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