We who are called morals
were tossed on this stage
to display gifts divine.
Everyone a say
Every man his day.
Thy skills once locked in cage
now unleashed!
We cuddle and fold on this stage
to fulfil our destinies.
Like bees in hives
our honey will unearth
sweet worthy passions
To cause the angels to sing
chorus Holy!
To cheer the virtues of mankind cause
as they cross life's treacherous line.
A claim to be worthy
Our heavenly prize.
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A claim to be worthy Our heavenly prize. beautiful poem invite you to read my poem THE HIGHEST DEGREE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loaded with the language of heaven! Well done my friend!