Poetry

The Sphere

Dry off the tears on your face It is all a passing phase!

The Sphere

The world is a big sphere
It spins here and there!
Making the past reappear
So never you despair!
For happenings now seen
Had sometimes before been
And no matter your race
Put a smile on your face!

For the things faced in the past
Surely will come but won't last
And if in stranger forms
You find the raging storms
Dry off the tears on your face
It is all a passing phase!

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