Growth is inevitable;
when will you be charitable? ;
Life is too short;
do not take the long cut.
A little empathy;
a little money;
I beg, let's be merry.
Don't take it serious;
i am delirious;
The heavens watch you grow;
i do not believe your glow.
I believe you've come;
do not break the trust;
We are friends;
yet we pretend.
Free your heart;
free your palm;
Do not hold tight;
it may not come out right.
Be free from the strings;
make your own streams;
Take charge today;
the sky never sways.
Quit the merry go round;
castles are not blind;
Come out of your shell;
nothing comes from hell.
I bessech thee to grow;
Hold tight and always glow.
I bessech the to grow;
Rivers will never cease to flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem