Bohemia is NOT DEAD

Fri, 03/04/2016 - 17:46 -- 449477

The time is what we can call 'post-modern'. "Music is life", as they say, for we rely on it for EVERYTHING. The people feel unsure of where to turn to now, but we endure as the youth of the future for a more exuberant, vibrant tomorrow.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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