He did not know all his generations

He did not know
All of his generations
He did not know them
His direct ancestors
He did not know
Whether they were royal or peasant
Famous or unknown

Everyone was his family
Everyone share his blood

Like a river of many rivers many tributaries
Many streams of people running into the river

All of them were his brothers and sister
He did not count their worth
He did not count their value

They were all connected to him
Like the many rays of the sun
And he was connected to them
Like a blade of grass in a meadow

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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