A boy sang a song
Written by Diana
A boy sang a song with the soul; not the tongue
Again
Again and again
With a fiery pain
A young boy, A young boy, A young …
“ Yeah, I know that I’m poor, me and my father
Me and my mother
Me and my friends.…” The song was over
As a dull crying blandished the boy
The fire beautifully spread the joy
A kitty from that pole of the city
Related to the owner of factories
Probably is more human than us
The young boy! Please
listen to me, oh my dear!
Kno(w) that you shouldn’t, you mustn’t ….
The kitty? oh no! |
The kitty’ s never like a boy; but a bit …
But a bit , a bit ...; But you shouldn’ t cry
Oh no! You’ re a good boy; stop
The boy gave it up and became a grief
What a pity I was watching the grief
Oh conscience! Remember the song if you can
Then spread it out
To become a spring; to forgive the world
To give a better life to each look; To watch
The rights of the eyes
The rights of the hearts
That are actually
The source of the arts
To watch and to touch and to refresh the sense
To help the feeling of having lovely thoughts
That is the power
To live together
To like each other
To like and to like and to like each other
To love each other
Then it’ s not too cold
Then it’ s not too hot, not too cold
The life be better than the gold
To become spring; to forgive the world.
This story has received 3 comments
Leave a commentThis was amazing.
Wow, the character seems so relatable.
That is a wonderful poem! It is a wonderful poem where you just want to read it over and over again! Keep on writing!