Underneath everything
that you think and feel,
Innocence is still intact.
Time cannot blemish your essence,
or your portion of spirit.
Do not lose sight of this essence.
Do not mistake yourself
for your experience.
(This was published in Poetfreak under the name of Genovamaaa. Genova was my beloved mother. She died at the young age of 38. I want to keep her name alive as long as I am alive) .
We are all innocent puppets in the hands of the almighty, playing our role picture perfect on the world stage dramatically, diligently, thanks for the share perfect 10
This writing follows your last new one. In the arms of God, you are innocence. Once you give it to him, then you will never lose it. Blessings Mohabeer Beeharry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time cannot blemish your essence, or your portion of spirit. Tony, very beautiful naration.........