We relish the good times....Why?
the shocking truth, albeit tragedy seems sly, unfair, and evil... it gives us an aesthetic view of our happiest, simple days... on good days we remember not what makes them wonderful, but why they aren't terrible... in the pit of our darkest days, the promise of good days is how we find the strength to climb from the pitt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem