Home Alone Poem by Nero CaroZiv

The pounding waves along the shore are the sea's foaming daughters,
And raindrops are the children of rain which make rivers full of waters,
But why does my shimmering waning body driving me insane
For it, as young as I am, I have to be an icon of anguish and pain?

The starry divine night fosters the amazing stars in the sky duty,
And the wind brings relief from a summer heat day long
The whole world around me is brimming with beauty,
But I as earnest as I am, I must stay at home, alone without a song


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