Probably,
That is why,
Teach them well,
In goodness, beauty and morality,
(If they still exist)
So that your spirit,
Leaves some perfumed sails behind,
That will cross the seas of Time,
With good Teachings,
That are sage, just and kind.
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Who perfumes the rose?A great Spanish poet wrote:‘Only Mystery makes us live,Only Mystery’,But we still are,Lovers of History,And want to know,What nobody knows,Why are we here,And what makes us go?In search of the TruthsThat we’ll never know…….
You want to make a difference?
Do Good!And you’ll have in your hands,The most beautiful Pearls,Ever understood.
Poetry is like a prayer,
It can be a guiding light,In the darkness of your night.Poetry is like a Rose,Open petals do compose,Musical, poetic thought,New Worlds, creativity,All the secrets of the Sea.Poetry is at its best,When Love makes a loving nest,To respect all living things,And embrace the joy Love brings.
Those that love Poetry,
Let’s hope, that that tooWon’t soon easily depart.
Now,
Has lost its protective coverAnd no longer the TruthCan they, smother,We will finally see!All the Poisonous Crabs sayThey had nothing to do,With the ConspiracyThey helped staff,To gain power,‘Unwillingly.’For all people that live and breathTo be free, in Democracy.
You feel, you write,
And then the layers start to peel,And then some things just lose appeal,And then you wonder, how to stealSome kind of logicFrom Life’s Wheel,That turns and turnsIn the same place,As ruts run deep,And out of grace.