If our goals are not worldly here,
And we try some noble ones achieve,
With time they become for us quite clear.
Otherwise, why do we really live?
Proceeding the path, we can often fall,
But it is not a reason to grieve,
For it means that we walk, but not crawl.
Otherwise, why do we really live?
Through sacrifices we start to perceive,
That the supreme bliss for us is to give,
To spread what we are able to conceive.
Otherwise, why do we really live?
Otherwise, why do we really live?
© Copyright: Ольга Крубер-Федорова, 2024
Свидетельство о публикации №124090304241
Свидетельство о публикации №124090304241
Рецензии