We are born and then we cry
Somewhere else, somebody dies.
We crawl, we walk, and even fly,
In silver birds in a clear blue sky.
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We live a life with best quality. While mournful hearts forever cry if anyone cries, then this provokes thought. But nature gives true joy. An excellent poem is very well penned.10
Beautiful the way you started and finished the poem with tears; I love this one very much pal, it’s great... Write-on!
Thank you my friend.