Anger go far away, stubborn, find your way, far off from here. We love to stay well, we love to feel well, we pray for the future whose the view is not in the real. We work for the uncertainty, we work for the start that is enough to lead the way, the brilliant way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anger is a path to self destruction, avoid that path at all costs. Good poem Paola.