Foretold Poem by Isabella Misericorde
Foretold
Miles and miles of sea to row
Pulling against the undertow
No help that Mary hangs her feet
Offering sharks a meal to eat
MARY. "It matters not the fate of feet
Or the need of sharks to eat
The future long foretold
We are never growing old"
A beautiful creation nicely embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Isabella and do remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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3/30/2025 2:13:46 AM # 1.0.0
A good start with a nice poem, Isabella M. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.