Hoopoe, our bird of wisdom
The celebrated pendant, the poet
After decades of cultural heroism
Filled a cup from centaur
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Oh, stop your music of cowardice You nightingales, you kite The children, in their store of wisdom Have very, very little They are only out to peace So save your tongues to naught....touching expression with feeling of sadness. Children are our future, they should enjoy the freedom and wisdom. A brilliant poem is penned amazingly.10
Can feel the sadness throughout this poem, a heavy heart can only feel it's pull. Very vivid imagery and rhythm. Great poem! 10++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Ere! ! ! ! ! The soup is made; Sadness. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.