God - Poem by Philo Yan
I'll get a peek every now and then
and then it's gone to another form
I'll barely touch a sliver of light
and then the shadow swallows it whole.....
Like river in a constant flow
it never stops, or ever same
stepping in and out, gingerly
enjoy the moving change
Final flow to the open sea
again it changes form
No one as far as the eye can see
can fathom or conform!
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