The God is where On the horizon no more sun shines I am walking on a street A little cold wind' s touching my face A little tear appears on my eyes when seeing some poor man's exhausted after playing lovely music his child and a bowl beside on the pavement ... - The sounds from the bars flying in my ears Some others They are rich - exciting - I want to tell the God : " My God ! I don't know where are you ! " Suddenly , I cry , really cry " WALT Whitman't comes here ..." ( * ) I ask myself , " Millions people - poor in all the world How America to share ?! " Africa Vietnam etc more and more ... here and there ... - All the World - please ! people must love each other - Oh ! my God ,where are you.?! THU KHANH - bài 822 - ( Seattle - 8- 18- 2013 ) Ps= ( * ) = Walt Whitman's là một Thị Sĩ lớn của Mỹ - nổi tiếng với tác phẩm Lá Cỏ )
