Those who – find no beauty.
Within life’s pages. Have lost...
Gateway lies beckoning open...
a simple smile can be a welcome token.
Those who pursue – yet find no beauty
within life’s manifold pages. Have lost multiplicity.
All beauty within – breast filled soul.
Milk of life swells to inspire not to console.
In stewing vulnerable void – goodness flees
sadly encroaching emptiness blackness dwell.
Gateway soul-sucking vortex demon seed lies
onward wayward beckons despair embracing hell.
Those who failing - find no beauty.
Have lost sanctified plot – perceive not immortality.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem