Gratitude.
Look at the sky, what makes it beautiful?
Is it the vivid color, or our ability to not reach it?
Give a poor child some food and a labor some money
You will see smiles, smiles on them many.
A feeling of warmness will come to your heart for a day?
No, for eternity
Give a well-off person and a child the same things,
A feeling of revulsion on their face will be seen
cause they haven't been,
in a state of poverty or unavailability.
Gratitude is a thing which exists,
But nowadays exists this word within
Those who have experienced pain.
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