4.05.2017 г., 17:42 ч.

The grasp of Man 

  Поезия » Пейзажна, Философска
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The glistening leaves in the spring sun –
their miraculous life has just begun.
The songs of birds liven the sky so vast.
How long shall this harmony last?
People madly rushing in all directions,
blind to their layers of protection.
The finest creation of Mother Nature
afraid of its own shadow’s danger!
We dig, crush, eat, exploit and fight.
Even the wise don’t know who is right.
Yet we live long, prosper, enjoy and know
we have risen far beyond the mud below. ...

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