We hope
And flop
At each round
As no alternative is found
We have become static
With no basic
No principles is involved
And no stand is cleared
Such relation never exist
For long time and cease
Die premature death
And have no more breath
It has life alright
But no right
To show face any more
As it has lost original color
Rohani Daud likes this. Rohani Daud Nice poem.. about an hour ago · Unlike · 1
its ok Jane Lomas11 minutes ago needs a little work to rhyme more, but I do like this poem Comment +1
im not sure at the point Amber Gibson22 minutes ago im pretty sure you have a point but it confuses me to the point i cannot tell what it is.
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I would like to translate this poem
We hope And flop