In the wilderness he was willed

A lonely world he lives

No fEeling of despair

A ghost with a faint mind

Reflection of the human body

Promiscuous its, in our actions

In the light its a treasure

In the dark its a paralyze soul

In the mirror its our unclothedness

In the world its our salvation

With happiness and harmony he dine with us

Among thorns and obstacles he fight with us

With his sweat he shall be glorified

A shadow shall be celebrated in struggles

Light of the world it becomes

Celebrity he was seen in the vacuum

With young age he's an entity of euphoria

In old age he was frail with sinews

The shadow never leaves the owner

At the end, the soil becomes it homes


His memories shall be clustered in the minds

They shall be read in books to the coming generation

To be celebrated, paint the shadow with stars

A martyr it will become in the known and unknown

Lovely piece you've got, you used the word "is" instead of "its", and in the last quatrin, you crushed it.

opeaceo:
Lovely piece you've got, you used the word "is" instead of "its", and in the last quatrin, you crushed it.

Thanks ma'am