The true beauty In the world is slowly fading away
Fading with all the hungry children
Dying like the old and wise
The true beauty of life is vanishing before our very eyes
And we are just sitting by
No one lends a hand
The way life used to be
with flowers and chirping birds in the spring
And the leaves falling from trees in the orange autumn
And its up to us to recreate the beauty we have lost
Form our struggling and harsh ways
The true beauty is not all lost if we all
If we slowly make it come alive again like it was back in 69
And true beauty isn’t about the way it looks but about whats behind it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem