We Poem by Madrason .
We
Rating: ★5.0
Life is but a pair of ends
coming in so differently
trying just to make some sense
‘to exist', means endlessly
move those wings and move to free
lift those feet without pretence
feeling we belong to we. M
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: social behaviour
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5/7/2024 3:47:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Life is also Excellence, dear Poet, sometimes, many times. Amazing poet and brilliant poem. A TEN Vote. Fascinating words.