Dusting The Desolate Corners Of Belief Poem by Chuy Amante
Dusting The Desolate Corners Of Belief
Those old boxes
they were many
empty now
of beliefs
not any
left
peering back
spiritual hygiene
a must
making sure
there is no
fresh dust
desolation contains
no thing
empty now
ready to sing
freedom songs
unshackled from
illusion's
Now, Here, in heaven
there's no pollution
Good, I suppose this is your spiritual evolution. Very nicely said, like the form and content very much
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 9:02:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi. Best poet here... according to some idiot. Nice piece you have here nobody. I thought I was in heaven last week and I threw a skor candy bar wrapper on the ground. I forgot there was no pollution there. So I said you did it. Hope that's ok. Peace out brother!