A deer cannot become a fawn.
Trees do not stand tall after they are sawn.
Only forward, goes the pawn.
There is always the somber night before dawn.
And so on, all the children are gone.
When epochs pass on,
aesthetic blossoms, from the earth,are torn,
and the soil seems to be worn,
in vain, even if we attempt to adorn.
And so on, all the children are gone.
When oceans are to storms undergone,
rare shells are withdrawn,
and the waters are seen scorn,
but fishes just do not mourn .
And so on, all the children are gone.
The children left, and they will never arrive once more,
the soul is burdened and sore,
on the inside there is conflicts and war,
we just move on and decide to ignore.
But from afar the children look at us and abhor.
CITEȘTI
The shark
PoezieThe shark does have tears running on his face, but he lives in the water so you don't see them and so comes the oceans to be salty.
