Alpha And Omega Poem by Besa Dede
Alpha And Omega
They call it justly, Love.
For it has no beginning.
It has no end.
Only one thing is undeniably certain.
You either cry vehement tears of a broken heart.
Or dance with angels into ethereal bliss instead.
Or dance with angels into ethereal bliss, instead!
alpha and omega both are Greek, difficult to understand as the proverb goes, so is the love... fantastic write...bravo..
Oh I like this short jewel on love! I can just imagine dancing with an Angel in ethereal bliss. Love can make you to feel just like that. Enjoyed it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 12:43:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A dance on the head of a pin perhaps? If it is an energy then subject to the laws of physics it too can neither be created or destroyed just transferred with gradual entropy, but some much more is its memory and history.