Inside us lives a singularity
We may regard with some hilarity,
Thinking it odd, that nature would give
A highly specialized soul, to live;
But only once, that's the gist of it-
Now here, now gone-
That's the twist of it.
Hi Patty! Well written small poem. Model and smart rhymes gist of it twist of it. ((I smile to the gist of writ and your sightly gift of grit.))) :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you got soul, and it lives!