I fell from heaven
as a gift for parents
but I ruined everything.
I rise up against my father
I grow all against all
i broke my faith in the world.
I already was my own way,
until I fell to the ground
It hurt my self-esteem.
I held contrition Rain
but I did not get solace
I was not depressed.
I rise up yet
I rise up against my father
I grow all against all.
we are defective
we need to take a new direction.
Towards the right things
toward our at human life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I most definitely do agree with the words in this poem, it's a cry out to all to please pay attention and respect all things including our human race. Reality that family is a gift from God and never rise up against our parents, love is the only answer toward them and praise God for them. Your poem Ari speaks volumes and I do hope many read it and see if for what it is, a great blanket of wisdom. Thank you sir.....
Thank you so much for these lovely your words, because I was the lifeblood of the printer.