Vera Sidhwa

Divine - Poem by Vera Sidhwa


Divine are the waterfalls
That crash at their bottom.
Divine are the ocean waves
That crash on the sand.

I like my things divine.
I don't like things profound
Just divine simplicity.
I like my things divine and simple.

What are the tropical trees
If not divine?
What are the desert sands
If not divine?

I looked-up and saw a divine kite.
You were flying it.
The kite flew high and divine.
I loved it.

Topic(s) of this poem: concious

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015

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