In this world that's so selfish
A lot do not need to be true.
They go with the flow of standards
And do not let what's wrong to subdue.
But deep in my heart
I very much know.
That a little flame is burning-
The flame of a person's boon.
Like a flower in the green meadow,
It's just waiting to bloom.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Overdosed
PoesiaA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
