Power And Will Poem by Marton Dezso
Power And Will
I want to feel the smell of the ancient grass this is
why the contours chase each other to
express the deepest green
that exists
there are no tinges it’s the power which
defines everything and because of its quantity
you may feel it’s
only imagined.
the door the hills
the tower and the colours were
all created by your own eyes
and if you die it will take care of you
everyone’s keeper green grass
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4/26/2024 6:51:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It is indeed the power and will that makes the innards coordinate with the mind and make us use our lives with the very best effort one can apply. The freshness of the grass you have elaborated is indeed an indication of the path all of us has to travel on one day at the very end of our lives. Though may be against our will but yet that phase of post life era would surely come and that fresh grass would be our safe keeper....10/10 Regards Naseer