Shelter
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Cold, quite cold
Is this world
Cold, quite cold
Is this marble
And I find it
Serene and tranquil
In every curve and line
Flakes of beauty shine
It's cold and still
Yet in her breast
Lies charms of peace
Where in flowers
And in twinkling stars
In rays of sunrise
And in rays of sunset
The same serenity lies
Nor winds are fierce here
Nor tides run high or near
Spring ails not
Nor autumn falter
Come summer
Come winter
And when gone never felt
The mason with aptitude
Designs and builds it
Where I dream my final rest
In the grace of simple stone
I am just a pebble from sand
To be rolled down latter or soon
Unto that quiet home
Free from storm and gale
I am just a pebble from sand To be rolled down latter or soon Unto that quiet home Free from storm and gale This is the ultimate reality of life! In our mad rush, if we can contemplate on this thought occasionally, it will make our lives sober! Profound thoughts! Enjoyed!
I am just a pebble from sand To be rolled down latter or soon Unto that quiet home Free from storm and gale........................ beautiful poem....enjoyed...
yes, shelter is the only place where we are very safe and are provided a life of millions of pearls........great poem......thanks
Cold quite cold, come summer come winter and where I dream my final rest in the grace of simple stone is lovely shelter. Excellent description and beautiful sharing in Forum. Outstanding poem.10@10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully profound thoughts, an humbling experience to read.