Little Things. Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Little Things.



We're unable to say " I'm sorry"
We unable to stay with someone.
We hurt the others, and we don't worry.
We1re unable to open our heart made of stone.
We're addicted to worship ourselves alone.

Saturday, September 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
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