Wiseland
Captivated by awed silence
Circling through streets of wiseland
Within old silent jungle
A city of one thousand people
Judged by symbol of love,
Burning in their eyes,
And I noticed germ of wisdom,
Grazing like flock of sheep
Within fields of their lives;
In the corridor of wiseland
Away from wolves and hyenas' world
A city of one thousand hopefuls
Everyone marching with dignified peace,
Touching my sense of belonging positively
To rise and begin sharing good news
That there could never be a better thing,
Than peace, truth and everlasting love
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