Blessed? Unconditionally
Smiled o'er from on high?
Trite and childish! He'll need more
To feel it. For, cry.
Or faith, bough on bough, in hearts
Slowly, unseen grows
Tree-like, so clung, will it do
As when child, elm, oak
In reaching, who then did soak
In such-like rainbows?
I am the most modest and complete in the world, sorry, I am always purely honest COBGRATS being chosen by Poem Hunter and Team as The Member Poem Of The Day. Hoorray! ! 5 Stars Full. or they say TOP Marks!
At my risk then, you know my name and where I live, no, not like Emily or Sara, they have been in their place of honour for a long time,
This poem could go either way, I have chosen the first intuition that comes to me after reading the very first line. That's what poetry is like, right? To be or not to be, it IZZZ!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ToMyFvourites! This last line could not be transported, since I have written more than 300 (in red token) words, so this is now brevity