With a call
I shall leave all worries and tension behind
As it is not meant for me so I shall not find
Let the Creator of world do it for all
As He has brought us on earth with a call
With a call
I shall leave all worries and tension behind
As it is not meant for me so I shall not find
Let the Creator of world do it for all
As He has brought us on earth with a call
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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