English Poetry - Thousands alone

Thousands Alone

Not with small numbers with minor descriptions,

Not with little thinkers with menial thoughts.

Graves put the sands aside,

Thousands of numbers feel alone.


Troubles that appeared one after the another,

Seems levels wishing for no longer mishaps.

Onto the limits that fragments everyone,

Shall in these falls the true diamonds.


Loves and loves that God showered to all,

Bigger and bigger have been exaggerated.

Tonnes of blessings that are alive,

Lower and lower have been tolerated.


Knowingly that had accepted this truth,

Shall personify the purpose, the need, the order.


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