And We Make Poems Anywhere Poem by Liza Sud

And We Make Poems Anywhere



And we make poems anywhere
we are grabbed from heaven by God,
Out of life, the soul in heaven,
While the flow of Light still pours...

And then we come up to break-up,
Life takes quietness from the throat,
But for nothing you feel sorry,
Cause the payment for joy has no sorrow.

Monday, September 28, 2015
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