My sorrows, my happiness
Love is a form of devoted soul as if In the departed leaves scattered underneath; To glisten the light of the sun in the meadow And the gesture of mind like fallen burnt child. Love is disgraced where humanity cries The sinners imprisoned in the darkened world The street children cry day and night For searching food and shelter in helpless State of fractured souls in the molten lead Nobody is above the ground to come forward With the hopes and means of survival in motion. This is the history what everybody sees And violent in every right of the children Who have no parents to love to remit sorrows. In merriment of the clubs and celebrity Spending money and wealth to rejoice the day To have feast and gambling day after day in Aftermath the study of the room where The dancers and the gay in motion with love Like the fake acting alongside the history Of the cool bridge flowing water in the lake. Every in nature love exists not in artificial The work load being