Tid Bit Poet

Tid Bit Poet

Friday, 7 April 2017

Smile



to say the least i am moved
i am jealous and envy
of every sense
the mood
the harmony
the fight
which did not survive
the deep
the humble
oh so pure
blissful smile
only perfected by the golden touch!
you are free
and that is all we forget
i am no longer jealous or envy
as you remind me
we are free!
and its something we should never forget.