The earth spins irregularly round an indifferent sun
Bearing all of us, with it
We live in this transient camp
With many precarious fates
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But the present is far from sweet-drips
And the poor child bathes his tongue in no honey
There is Just life,
Just dreams and more hardwork to do
Today is bright, no complaints
But we hope for a brighter dawn
When we no more stand on curious toes, stretching emaciated necks trying to peep into the future
Beautiful poem.
Thanks for it.
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But the present is far from sweet-drips And the poor child bathes his tongue in no honey There is Just life, Just dreams and more hardwork to do Today is bright, no complaints But we hope for a brighter dawn When we no more stand on curious toes, stretching emaciated necks trying to peep into the future Beautiful poem. Thanks for it.