Life is posing of rubber.
Hold goodness of time.
As goodness gets larger;
Glowing with time;
Stretch to hold on rite.
Goodness got superior with sense of self;
Than thy vigor holds;
Snap to spill goodness away.
Though spilled goodness once held;
Blissful sight of goodness flourishes again;
In bands of goodness others pose.
Am I Reasonably Unreasonable or Unreasonably Reasonable?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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