Walking under the bright sun
Holding an umbrella
And little sweat come out from body
Well, I think it's cheer me up.
Sometimes life seems like the sun
And we are holding our umbrella called hopes
There is no sweat but little appreciation
That's make us go through our life
So, let's make our world filled with inspiration
Carry on U, me and we :)
It's great, who can be free from flaws but every dark cloud has a silver lining too that can make us sparkle. You say it in so sweet and musical words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great metaphor well penned