The sun rose as usual
Everything seemed casual
Birds chirped on branches
Used happily each branch
The tree was smiling
For nest providing
It was greatness of being
On earth to feel king
We feel inferior
Despite having great honor
Of being human
Kind and true men
Why ails our mind?
Why are we going blind?
With regards to truth seen around
The happiness is certainly found here
If sun and moon has no option
If nights have no other relation
What the hell on earth we are worrying?
Why so much of load we are carrying?
The sun is not going to stop movement
The birds may fly and not stop for a moment
They know about an importance of time
That shall never appear sometimes
pivotal words with piercing intensity, gently intimate. Anna LaurencioLess than a minute ago We feel inferior Despite having great honor Of being human Kind and true men
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mitos Jane Nepomuceno...w/ deep meaning about a minute ago · Unlike · 1