Fathers and sons...
The war is rarely won...
Accepting defeat...silently...
Letting both breathe...
To have won would be like trying to darken the sun...
The days past will never be had back...
So let go of what's trivial in the clash...
Of the old and young...
Engaging in futile wars, when love will always win...
For its all that matters for life, of fathers and sons.
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Author:
Tayama (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2022 16:04
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Comments1
So true Tayama.
Andy
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