Faith,
Hope,
Charity,
Written by the hand of virtue.
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But there's no certainty,
Fear still remains,
And selfishness is in all of us,
What hand writes this?
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It's the hand of being human,
Because we find a balance,
And we live it everyday,
So simply, and yet in difficulty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I like this. For me it's unusual. Really, what hand writes this? П р и я т н о ч и т а т ь .