Above the singing minstrel
Flies a drunken kestrel
Show me a man who's brave
And I will dig a new grave
Πάνω απ' τον μενεστρέλο
Πετάει γεράκι μεθυσμένο
Δείξτε μου έναν γενναίο
Κι εγώ θα σκάψω τάφο νέο
It is easier to be fearless of death, when one is not facing death. Your words speak a grave truth of man, bravery is cosmetic, but death is organic. Fantastic work!
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Masterfully written and wise. Fools rush in...Thank you for sharing.