Treasure Island

poet selvakumar

(world human)

GOD


The child love
Father and mother...

The preants
Love
Childeran and friends...
With
Money and many...! !

The love also
One of god
God was not
Loves anything...

But always
Love the god...

God was univarse
Of all...
There foure
All are love
The god...

God dont worry
About it
And he did not
Love any body...

But serve several
People
Animal and nature
That 's all
That is god...? ? ? ! ! !

Submitted: Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Edited: Tuesday, April 06, 2010
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