Clocks of the world

Are ringing

In laughter

And moaning

Announcing the end

Of yet another year

Of the 20^th century

* * * * *

the lights were turned off

only some candles are glowing

burning

In silence

And passion

like the years of life

* * * * *

wine glasses were hugging and rolling

bedding farewell

to another year

taken out of the life

of the universe

hiding behind

the curtain

of memories

and night is a curtain

that hides

peoples pains

and the suffering of the years

* * * *

And there at the same time

In a remote corner

Of human world

A heart-breaking moaning

Is heard

There is a child crying

Starving

Longs for warmth

And love

Not knowing

A reason for his suffering

And for the loss

Of his parents

* * * * *

Hey.children of adam

You. humans

wake up

enough cheating and cunning

enough lying

The children are crying

The war devil has swallowed

The father and the mother

The home and the country

And�

Tomorrow will come

As yesterday

Full of tears

And orphans

And

A day might come

When clocks are not heard

Announcing the departure of a year

As long as

War drums are beating louder

And louder

Enough conflicts..

Fighting..and

Destruction

And let us live

In love and passion

Let us learn a lesson

From the departing year

And live a moment of true happiness

Celebrating

The end of a year

Followed by several years

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