what are the stories of life?
are they only rhymes or the harmonies...? ?
or a strife?
make the rhymes, knife, life and fife.
what causes our mind to become numb?
in front of the past or those stories?
do we have anything to define?
or just we shout: OH! don't enter in my red lines.
time comes and go
wind blows and waves break
life is in prison
tears come when i see the horizon
should i offer my story to the world?
story of big efforts
story of changing,
of the new made wings
let me add a 'S' to story
so stories are made,
destroy the rhythms
THIS WORLD NEEDS TRUE STORIES.....
this reminds me a song...and this poem is much greater that that song...nice write
The world need the truth in many areas of life. Nice poem Ellias.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Captain. I read your work. Good Luck. Life is full of suffering and the root of it is desires and unfortunately we are attached to the world. That's somehow a Buddhist view over life but it is true....