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.
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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