One way, without finding a goal
Faith, without ever believing
Understanding, without ever asking
Failure, without ever starting.
The war that I saw,
the suffering without any blood,
was not with weapons
was just our thoughts.
The attacks on two, three, more sides,
drew their paths.
The song that I hear in my heart,
the pain that I see,
the conversations that can be heard,
the doors which were never open.
Confused and with no line, no path.
To believe what everyone would have thought
to understand, what everyone would have understood,
to do what everyone would have done.
I do not know,
only the good will triumph.
All sides are good,
all sides are bad,
Tolerance, a word of power, without limits,
Tolerance, a word of power, without value.
The state of the failure, the loss,
Unbearable, but without complains,
as we move away,
Failed, without ever have started.
It is the faith, without believing,
A way without ever finding a goal.
The poem above is a little poem about the ideological conflicts now happen in the world.
Let us stop this stupid war. Please.
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A little poem from me :)
The poem is translated into English, so it has not a good quality. If you are able to translate it better please commit. It is very difficult to translate a poem.
A remnant of reached light,
As black as anything in this little world,
Deep dipped in feasting completed gout,
So strong and big as my tent.
They will give me victims,
Pain will not escape,
Proudly, I have to force them,
Only then, I will win it.
Silent as a rock,
Powerful like lead,
Fatal and pure,
Foolish and free.
She is mine, but also yours,
She hangs free over me,
A tent without a being
The distinctive time in you.
Weak, small, noisy and cold,
So I quickly freeze.
Oh beautiful as we.
If I lose it at some point?
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