“The world, knows it all “ It is said that before raining, the waters converge in an ocean of guilt, which sucks you empty to a dish of a miserable chef . But the world will still sing , amid a crowd of the deaf. When the flowers spare no time to the sun where is the sight, known heaven ? that perches in the souls of pure and kind, While the world can still stare, inside out, of tribes of the blind. What are those roads not taken, if not barren hearts ? they worship miseries, whilst bury the warmth of the life they led, But why does the world still curse, the souls deep in the graves of dead ? #hmpoems
