Somewhere Over Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
Somewhere Over
I don't have my face for effect, it is only
to serve humming for loud gales and the sun
when me grows older, it a map of the world
on my face, leave a time, and show
important roads
which they led at the target,
and the one,
one only which led into you.
I don't have the face for effect,
you can see it, but go across the border,
there where with leg you aren't treading,
it is a bit somewhere over...nearby...
if you are able...
your inner light is shining on this poem! spectacular and vivid! amazing!
when me grows older, it a map of the world on my face, leave a time, and show important roads................yes wrinkles akin to map of wisdom............but when we transcend the wisdom and our mind make home in divine sphere our face perhaps become wrinkless like a child..................Unless and until you become guiless like child you cannot enter into kingdom of heaven.........Christ.............Good Write........
' I don't have the face for effect, ...' - yes, it is very good poem. Thank you! :) DA
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4/23/2024 11:59:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Good write dear poet.....