It's true that black crows are ugly and their sound isn't good
It's true that black crows are the neighbors of the black woods
In winter they are cold and they cough,
But they are loyal to the barren and cold boughs
Hear ye all and for the God's sake,
What is this empty black lake?
It’s a Godhood when we promise
But beware to no miss,
Beware to not loss,
And beware of the holy fuss
We should be loyal to our own words
It’s the time that we can make a better world
Be powerful to your promises, as warm as sun,
Try hard to make your promise real and done
Promises make the feel of trust
And sometimes they let us down in front of the gust
Promises are the keys to happy emotions,
They will make a big super happy portion
As joyful as the childhood flip-flop
Cheer to people who are loyal to their promises, they are at the top
As joyful as the ending of the childhood homework
Cheer to people who are loyal to their promises as powerful as the corks
Breaking the promises is so awful like a spoiled meat
Act to your promise and don't sit!
Very well spoken and truthful write. Promises are easy to make, easy to break but very difficult to keep.
act to your promise, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
wonderful written.promises are like a mirrors.whenever they break we may fix them but the cracks are still remained on them.