Like humans used to...
Like they/we knew to...
Then again no one does anything
Others and the jealousy that abounds
No one whispers words: “Achieve the meaning of what you are! ”
The end of unkept promises
All things to cease and not deliver
Can you see your self in the last dance?
There is no good time evidently
Can you save and open curious circumstance?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem