soo i posted some good poem in the forums apparently XD and it has made me want to try another......
In sounds that pass the life of one and the other the children play and dance the mothers and fathers work and care to have the process be repeated again once the generation is anew. The world spins though it may stray it still follows a similar path. All things that are new are really just things that have been change thus nothing has ever changed at all and we the beings and life forms of the mother we don't always try to protect stay in perpetual stagnant.
Senkanji · Sun Jun 16, 2013 @ 04:52am · 0 Comments |