Leave the World alone,
Poetry's your home,
There, even the stones
Sing in monotone,
All is but the same,
Only change, a name,
Life a Mystery,
See what you may see,
Nothing, perfectly.
But when we pull our glasses we cease to be the ________ that keep us in our misery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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In monotone you sing as this poetry is your beautiful home. An amazing and perceptional poem is wisely penned and shared here.10