its life its death
its the
way of the world
its the
way of the world
its good its bad
its day its night
its the
way of the world
its the
way of the world
its rich its poor
its spring its summer
its fall its winter
its the
way of the world
its the
way of the world
season after season
everything happens
for a reason
its the
way of the world
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem