A Hidden Iand Poem by Marcondes Pereira

A Hidden Iand



Our mind has a hidden land
that we are unable to discover.
What we know about ourselves, it's only a island
We ignore our continent, while we love our shy clover.

Our mind has a maze
made of unknown places.
Lost in the darkest pride, we cannot gaze
our own heavenly and sinful graces.

Saturday, August 26, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: human being,psychology
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