Of all the things that dwell in heaven,
There is something grim in a woman
That has destroyed many heroes and kings
And has also ruined some thrones and kingdoms -
This is how I have learnt not to see it;
I wake up at sunrise, then go gaze at heaven,
At noontide, I look for beautiful stones and play with them,
And at night, I sit out and watch the glistening stars.
A nice poetic imagination, Sixtus. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
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Perfect truth and what it is all! Liked the ending as much graceful too with At noontide, I look for beautiful stones and play with them, And at night, I sit out and watch the glistening stars. 10++++ Poet!