
It was said about the brave people who speak beautifully
Until they became the ones who made us noble?
If they talk a lot, it becomes obligatory for us
To carry our land and spread peace?
And sleep until those dreams come to us
Who bought our patience and our commitment is a duty
So the words passed as the nobles did?
On our path, diseases slept with us
And stole a heart that trampled on people's feelings
And wiped away a tear that was the talk of the clouds
Oh winter, let my life pass in peace
For I am not one of your lovers to surrender
Oh breezes, extend your hands to me
Let the cooing of the doves engulf me
For the sound of the fluttering doves
Born melodies in my soul
So the brave are always brave
They fight evil and darkness
They are advocates of truth, justice and peace
They do not accept lies or surrender
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.

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