Tuesday, February 18, 2025

By the Ways of Paradise by Maid Corbic from Children's Literature Education and Literature Magazine

 














By the Ways of Paradise

 

Long ago as a boy I knew,

Yes, my path is to create works,

About which the world will be buzzing,

 

But life is a difficult field above all,

Which still makes people imagine themselves,

In the sea of ​​infinity and lies creating,

Their speech and ways of treating others,

 

Love is the strongest thing in the world to live by,

Although she can also be so painful,

Because the scenes that happen sometime before,

They are still carried in the bottom of the soul on both sides,

 

People being people, the Balkan atypical has become just that,

Because love is a laughing stock to everyone,

While at the bottom of the soul traces of hope,

That hope remains that love is alive

 

And those tyrants are deliberately destroying it,

Who think that love is an expensive car?

A watch and other things,

Love is written all over the dessert,

 

Possibility of traveling positions,

Much-needed love becomes sex,

Which arises implicitly from the attitudes of immaturity,

 

I walked the paths of Paradise and picked apples,

Hoping that love still has ways,

How to find your era of wisdom,

But year after year I get disappointed,

 

Because love is something that is used,

Emotions and social position in time,

When someone doesn't have his money, others laugh at him,

Just because he's not like everyone else,

 

And love has no limit, it comes,

An honest person will find his way just then,

When one least hopes and dreams,

Because dreams never became unrealistic,

Only if a man wants to be happy,

The paths of Paradise will be followed and believed with the brain, not with the heart.

 

Biography

Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 24 years old. In his spare time he writes poetry that repeatedly praised as well as rewarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for humanity and peace in the world. He is world 44. poet in the world and five in the Balkan. He has over the 10.000 successes on Facebook.


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