Treasure Island

Maria Barbara Korynt


Poem full of the faith


My solitude is Your will God
I happened to make my way unusually calmly
Where are ending life, what ups and downs
And the dream is eternal where we are free

It was hard from resign playing, games, of delight
And from people who were after all close with me
But I today I have no regrets of nothing

It will be enough the warmly is when on fire in me
Are a great truths, what are survived centuries
They served other through their entire life
that we can now call ourselves the (HU) MAN

I believe, that still - outside our world
Living there is, where Excellent Love
The man for himself is a sister and a brother.



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I thank for every technical remark and showing the mistake and the proposal for an amendment.

Submitted: Thursday, January 29, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, September 02, 2009
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  • Dagmara Anna (3/13/2009 5:50:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem. He is talking about passing. About the resignation from many pleasures for the sake of maximum values. And after all, he is optimistic, moving and close. It is worthwhile reading not one time. (Report) Reply

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