Joy was our essence
Happiness, our prerogative
Halcyon was where we sheltered
Till "life" happened to us
Our leaves of mirth swiftly paled
Amidst a winter of beggary
And our radical innocence switched,
for perverted consciousness
Life for us is a massive stain
Had we known
We would have stayed clean,
of it.
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Bright H. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
Very rich imagery, impossible to unsee!