The world
 

The world is so cruel
with all it's violence
people get robbed, get killed
why?

The world is so hard
with all the pain
people are crying, are starving
why?

But the world is also beautiful
when you think of a simple flower
or sitting near a lake
quietly alone,
or with your dearest beloved

When you remember that there are people who love you
you try not to think about the cruel world
but you see the beauty of every day

Ach.. sorry, wist ik niet. :o
k moet de announcements eerst lezen zeker :rolleyes: ;)

Nuja, als iemand zou reageren, zet er dan gewoon de titel van't gedicht bij, ok?

1e spreekt mij niet aan, te simpel, te voorspelbaar, te cliché. De 2e vind ik wel wat hebben, door de vorm en de verwoording:)