My sudden thoughts about pollution

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Nothing is mine,

But I'm fine,

In this bad world,

With all his bad words.


All this pollution,

Is not an illusion,

The earth is dying,

But I want her to cry while dreaming.


Life is not a game,

And this planet that has a name,

Will finally leave,

But ... where are we going to live ?


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