Bright moon was here,
Before a sandy lies
After the lips of hatred
Telling aloud
Cloudy summer
Anticipation was kneading hard
Prejudice on dice
Gamble of jealousy
Might be a finale
Our suffocation,
At large
Umbrage
We lost everything
Mislaid the same moon
After the dusk
Nothingness is due
Resentment was more
Entranced by greed,
Foolish step is always taken.
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In life, it's inevitable, but may we learn from every foolish step. Food for thought. Thanks Malaya.
do not feel about lost you will gain wha you lost some day it will be yours the whole world thanks au
I think i have never commented here for any of your poem. This is our first meeting. I feel very tiny to comment on your write who is highly skilled and much talented. Here you have deeply expressed your emotions. Thanks so much. Regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mislaid the same moon was the start and you convey what everybody seems to do and take a wrong step which seems in the poem to lead down the drain, a gamble fine write...regards