Why did God create poets?
To make a gift out of
a bleary, rainy, cold morning (afternoon)
To make a treasure
out of somebody dying.
To make sickness
(mental/physical/spiritual) a gift
To make cars/houses/
TV's/blenders/clothes a farce
To make wisdom foolishness
And foolishness wisdom
To make destruction a sure foundation
And a sure foundation destruction
To make pretending real
And reality a pretense
To make wrong right
And to make sense of life.
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Oh Liilia, this poem has me intrigued, so thought provoking, so so wonderful, you have created many gorgeous gifts for us all and I sincerely thank you for sharing your special treasures! x