Trenz Pruca

Spinoza’s God

 

Do not blame or praise me for
your life.
Sing and enjoy
what I made for you.
How can I blame you
for what I made you?
This is your only chance
to enjoy
love,
to exist.
Rejoice,
you are here,
you are alive,
the world is full of wonders.

Comments1

  • Romantic Bloom

    Nice format and words!

    Best to you!

    • Trenz Pruca

      Thank you. I am sorry it has taken me so long to respond, but I had not noticed your comment until now.



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