A view from heights
Makes proud the sights
As the eyes tend to look down.
For that level's
A pedestal
That enthrones the Self alone.
When Love passed by
Missed by the eye
For Pride is deceiving.
Life lost its chance
There's no substance
.....No reason for existing.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.19.15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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