You're cutting down the trees.
You're mowing flat the grass.
But after a century comes to pass,
what do you see?
The past takes part in history.
And when only God remains,
He watches as our corpses fall into the abyss.
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Some Poems
ПоэзияPoems speak volumes about who you really are; they shout out your interests, you thoughts, your style of writing. But poems, most of all, have to inspire. If they don't, they're not good poems. I hope my poems will remain with you and inspire you th...
