A Wright Brothers Balanced

I know I am
growing old
because
I see
my
home
when
I
come
back
home.
is growing
old.

by Nyein Way

Comments (4)

Real beauty is there where there is no envy and hatred. Beautiful poem in concise.
A nice one sir....indeed love is what makes us beautiful... But love cant coincide with hatred and envy...
Beauty with envy and hatred Is not beautiful at all Here beauty is real Beautiful is false
As beauty is heavenly Envy and hatred are helly To be beautiful Need free from envy and hatred above all.