Life

The infinite death.

The restless spirits, spirits separated by the sea.

The price of the Earth is pride.

Find the gift of love, the last one is vanishing.

The soul is green.

The Earth was once true and sweet.

Live the legendary art of life.

Change the world.

Let it be.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741