I no longer want to know of sadness

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I no longer want to know of sadness, of weeping and sorrow, the streets cry out their sadness, full of so many snails.
I no longer want to see hungry children, their eyes full of dreams, glances looking for breath, a world without small verses.
Old people carrying their history, in hands trembling with longing, memories of times of glory, today they ache in their scales.
I no longer want the echo of laments, the wind whispers in solitude, hands that cry out, feelings, a song for dignity.
I would like a golden dawn, in fields of flowery smiles, where love is the legacy, and hopes are not forgotten.