The spirit immersing the waters of passion,
Amidst precious dreams of the negligent soul,
I fully admire all your urge for compassion,
Discerned in the wildness of desperate mold...
The tragic beliefs on the road to the spirit,
The bottom of times never ruined beneath,
I fully admire as the mystical lyrics,
You could realize as the innermost string
Of your violin ever tuned to the progress,
The burden of times never bridged by the soul,
Aspiring to find secret name of the roses,
Still trying to tell sacred verse cast in gold...
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Author:
cellinic (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem has become a fruit of improvised reflection about spirit, path of predestination and one's own personal contribution... Feel free to comment)
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
exquisitely poemed .. perfection on an otherwise blank page .. gets a dubble 👍👍from yours truly ..
Many thanks, dear Neville!
A beautiful poem that i am very glad i read, My Fav of the day
Many thanks!)
You are very welcome
Wow! Now this speaks all levels of truth! Wonderful job! I will call Neville's dubbel 👍👍 and raise you a 🌹👏! Seriously, well done, my friend!
Many thanks, Tristan! I was on leave from the website 'cause I had a lot of work to do. I'll visit your poems soon
You’re welcome and no worries, friend! That happens, no judgments here! Would love that ❤️
Love it
Wow! The drive towards compassion amidst chaos speaks volumes about the resilience and nobility of the human spirit. Splendid read. Liked and Faved!
Many thanks, I was very delighted to read your comment, dear arqios
You are most welcome dear cellinic!
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