It Is Poem by Sentamu Aziz

It Is



Once it was, what we thought
Felt all time, confessed all day
It is all we see, and never imagined
The truth as it comes, not as wished
Life unfolding, Bad and good
Folding and unfolding..
To show reality
Deserved but not wished.

Friday, June 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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