If a lie lies within flies,
where would it hide and why?
If a man is stan of tan,
why would he not mend?
In a life full of berries,
sometimes we take more of cherries
We chose silence between resilience,
that even nobles defeats from their own science
Here, we stand on our feet,
we carry our belongings,
we cry even if no one wants to listen,
we smile in the belief of life is beauty,
we sleep because life is both strength and health
We think of laughter and sorrow,
the vows,
the future of future generations,
even nature’s life
We have come to an end,
whether we resume to feel love and give love
This all remains,
all the beauty of life,
is in the map of God’s hand,
where we choose to plot good and bad
This poem was part of my final project.
