This burn you see on everyone's mind
and bodies, is nothing more;
but signs of life.
That scar you see that life is marring,
And SELF-HEALING.
That thingwhich civers the flowers
and makes them look ugly.
is the same that makes them beautiful.
'Tis life.
What natur tells when we are
in our deep sleep before existence.
That the time frame ahead of you
is LIFE.
'Tis losing and winning.
'Tis forgetting and recolllecting.
'Tis bad and good.
'Tis old and young.
'Tis fall and rise.
'Tis LIFE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
time frame a head of you is life. good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.