I am not asking anymore
Words, promises are meant nothing
Something worth hope
Aptitudes create path line
Might not prolific
A fulfilment is at risk
For season is always changed
Prediction is not solid indication
Submission is not admission.
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A profound truth and wisdom is imbedded in this poem Very well written. Actually true, Rose, words are words. They fly in the sky and so many people abuse them. I dream of world filled with truth. I know we are nowhere near to this dream Even for truth loving persons, it is etremely difficult to never lie. But we can love the truth as much as we can We can be ourselves as trustworthy as we can If we trust people we send them a strong signal we expect them to tell us the truth It is a pity that we cannot trust blindly and that we always have to keep some reservation in our minds You got me really thinking. What a wonderful poem.