Praying,
Bathing,
Along the banks,
Of the holy Ganghes,
Purifies the pilgirm,
From the weight of dim,
Sins of fallibility.
Only a mortal are we,
Losing by far morality.
Bathing,
Praying,
A wish for peace,
A soul on lease,
A cry for rebirth,
A wash of dirth,
Only a mortal are we,
Losing by far morality.
Well Esra, Thanks for this wonderful poem. I enjoyed it.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on August 13, 2003
This Esra, is powerful....
"A wish for peace,
A soul on lease,
A cry for rebirth,
A wash of dirth,
Only a mortal are we,
Losing by far morality. "
Excellent
PJ
Reviewed by Michael Morash (Reader)
Reviewed on August 13, 2003
I just do not now what to say except...wow, I love the way you words move and flow through my imagination.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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"A wish for peace,
A soul on lease,
A cry for rebirth,
A wash of dirth,
Only a mortal are we,
Losing by far morality. "
Excellent
PJ