…Lost but found..


How lost are we?    
In this little big world…
With wide open eyes and arms tightly curled.. 
We think to sadness we will forever be bound, when we closely observe without making a sound..                 
“Être fort” be strong, our souls silently whisper, even though the world turns like a twister.
A hand reaches out and then we are found,  placed where we belong on peaceful ground.
Now we are safe, now we are sound, here together on peaceful ground


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