The time to cherish everlasting dream
In prejudice of love and inner wisdom,
Whatever could you say it may now seem,
When travel you to Inquisition Lisbon…
No matter what your faith is now and then,
What happens is the lot manifestation,
If you obey the happiness as reigns
You probably evade procrastination…
And will you live, the last but not the least,
As Temple bar in Irish Dublin corner,
So penetrating every hope with mist,
And making stretch your pound even further…
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Author:
cellinic (
Online) - Published: March 13th, 2026 11:16
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Carpe diem in this poem where tis better to live a dream than reality. A lovely write
Many thanks, some reminiscences of my previous historical Reformation and Renaissance studies and travels to Ireland...
You are most welcome it seemed deeper than just a travelog and I took it for metaphor as well
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