Where does the rambling seashore end
why are some paths too straight to bend
where do cloud pillows learn to blend
why must fair wheat with weeds contend
why do dark reapers life upend
how can one quickly make amends
or dare a helping hand to lend
who will his faith with strength defend
or choose a broken vow mend
who can a humble lot transcend
and willingly harsh thoughts suspend
where is the land where all are friends
where neither man nor beast contend
is it where rambling seashores end
where paths run straight and never bend?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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