Poezja

Oh, brother of mine, I have seen you under the tree; 
-you have tried so fine to become what could not be.
 
You have thrived away from the shadows so supreme;  
-you had that you lay and come to what you may have seen.
 
You let others fly beneath the waves of your dreams; 
-but you may forget what may lie and you have foreseen.
 
Pity me not regretful brother of mine under the tree;
-you have never tried harder for what you could have been.
 
 
-Nr.