The bright rays of the sun
The breeze of a strong wind
The melodious chirping of birds
The lively laughter of children
The terrific heat and flooded road
The echo of a strong pouring rain
The land slides and rocks overthrown
The cry of an innocent maiden
There was past and there will be future
But today will always knock on our doors
With the face of sorrow and pain
No other remedy was left but to beg
Is hope still there?
Will the scratch of the matches work?
Is there any light waiting?
Or we will all die a DARK DEATH?
WE SOMETIMES CAN'T STOP THINGS FROM HAPPENING AND THE TURNING POINT, THOUGH SAD AND SORROWFUL WILL BE ACCEPTED DESPITE OUT RESISTANCE NICE POEM I HOPE THE TURNING POINT WILL BE THE OTHER WAY AROUND
Nice poen Michelle! ! I also wrote a poem called turning points last year sometime. Kind regards marie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem with remarkable logic and Naida is right I hope it is the way around