We are but people climbing mountains huge,
One cliff thereafter another we go;
Aiming to reach higher from where we stood,
And proudly standing on top of our foes.
So to get to top, we do many wrong,
Like thwarting others' plans to work our own;
In process weak gets beaten by the storng,
Just racing for a spot of riches known.
But when one reaches to the mountain top,
Found nothing alike what he first searched for;
Then finds out his life coming to a stop,
Now on top but with no time and will nor.
So yelled he, to stop others from this hell;
They yelled back, "We won't fall under your spell".
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Sonnets For You
Poesía"Do read those lines of mine written for you; Those lines in which I shared my feelings true. And may in heart of yours form something new From rhymes of mine that bear a story blue"
