Thoughting Of Platforms Poem by Nathan Coppedge

Thoughting Of Platforms



On the brilliant platform, robbed = alive.
On the terrible platform, robbed = dead.
On the giant platform, robbed = immortal.
On the tiny platform, robbed = love.

Sunday, December 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: genius,greatness,love
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Thinking of quotes by Rumi and starting a new blog, missing my old blog which was currently deleted by moderation consisting of 5,000+ posts.
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