IT IS A POEM THAT CREPT OUT FROM THE THE BOTTOMS OF MY HEART
Make me fly,
to the extended horizons of compassion & pride
Ask me
what brought me so high
I'd say
His blooming fragrance
& the Divine light,
that added glitters to my nights
Demons had had their ways
but none could ever cross my way
There goes the rebellious wind
that tend to alter my pace
Hinderances did bar
but fainted in the war of moments
Fair did they get chance
to put my patience at alarms.
Mornings did rise
but not before I rose to my life
Lives came, Lives went
but none could ever much spend
with me into that immortal world of God
Poetry by ILA
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 14:42
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FEATHERS OF JOY
Feathersof joyMake me fly,
to the extended horizons of compassion & pride
Ask me
what brought me so high
I'd say
His blooming fragrance
& the Divine light,
that added glitters to my nights
Demons had had their ways
but none could ever cross my way
There goes the rebellious wind
that tend to alter my pace
Hinderances did bar
but fainted in the war of moments
Fair did they get chance
to put my patience at alarms.
Mornings did rise
but not before I rose to my life
Lives came, Lives went
but none could ever much spend
with me into that immortal world of God
Poetry by ILA
Read 340 times
Written on 2006-08-06 at 14:42
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