To the world, I am a piece of charcoal— I am fuel, I am dispensable. But the beauty of my soul Is for my loved ones irreplaceable.
I am a timber house among grand towers. While the world will try to diminish my real worth, A few souls will cover me in flowers And celebrate my life on earth.
To the world, I am a piece of charcoal—
I am fuel, I am dispensable.
But the beauty of my soul
Is for my loved ones irreplaceable.
I am a timber house among grand towers.
While the world will try to diminish my real worth,
A few souls will cover me in flowers
And celebrate my life on earth.
—dasoulpoetry
Cristi Dascălu