The Self....(Edited For A Clerical Error) Poem by RIC BASTASA
The Self....(Edited For A Clerical Error)
it does not take one day
to make it,
neither is it a product of
pure invention
it carries with it the years
like an age
concentric on the inner
tree
it cannot just be ignored
it will always be there
the heart, the mind, the soul,
how can one hate it?
and how can one so love it well?
no one thinks
that perhaps there is none.
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By RIC BASTASA
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/24/2024 3:15:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
