He was born in the sky
Where no anger would try
To go up there
‘Cause he wouldn’t find food anywhere
One day he fell down on the earth
Where love wasn’t anything worth
Where quarrel, fear and jealousy grew,
Where misery and pain weren’t new
When he came back to the sky one day
And he was glad that he could say,
“This is my home; this is where I live,
Where everyone knows to forgive”
Mein erstes englisches Gedicht :)
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