Herant X..


Awakening - Poem by Herant X..

The morning glance I stood before
Clouds that made music you would not abhor

One and all, a universe of mind.
Gentle heavens and feeling no more.
To be brought here - oh you poor soul.

Define the one and have the second
As if it were my choice to be with you.

For no more is the hu-man chained to body.


Comments about Awakening by Herant X..

  • Rookie - 6 Points Ralph The Elf (11/28/2012 3:28:00 PM)

    deep, this is deeper than poetry
    i wish i had your email because i think i want to talk to you more on this subject...brilliant write (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 196 Points Dr.subhendu Kar (9/20/2012 3:25:00 PM)

    dawn awakens soul to rejoice
    heaven seems to dissipates gloss, beautiful write making reader to feel joy,10+++, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 16, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, September 17, 2012


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