Do not trust the sun;
It hides,
Scornful,
Or scorches and burns
To death.
Nor trust the snow and
Ice,
Frozen souls before
Our lids are closed.
Trust little,
Except your sons and daughters,
Whom you loved and
Lived for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Obviously the thoughts of a family man, to who family is everything, as it should be.