A Word Is Enough For the Wise

A word is enough for the wise

A round ball blaze ahead
At night, glisten like gold
 I watched it for while
Pleasant breeze whistle
Made me release my inner soul
I wonder how far the sky is
Custodian of night kiss
 My soul, I smile aglow
Stars also smile to me aglow
Evocative thoughts bring to me
My past, intoxicates me
Like drunkard, I felt awkward
Yesterday I smile behind a finger because
I aren't discover myself, today
I smile out loudly, because
I know who I am
Knowledge, wisdom
Is not by power, when will you start
To listen to your heart?
When will you know your weakness and worth?
When will you believe in yourself?
Just hen you will know the right
Step to climb, that was my last thought
Of discovery. I felt stung of an unknown ant
On my leg, this brings me back to my present position
 I nearly lost myself under the oak tree I sat on
Watching the golden moon
You may also be smiling behind a finger as I do, what decision
 You have for progress that you aren't made? 
Make a while the sun shines
Also look before you leap, tomorrow there may not be chance
A word is enough for the wise
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Nunez Avatar
July 8, 2015 at 10:17 AM
Very good message here, AM. Soupmail.
Thirtyseven Avatar
July 6, 2015 at 1:27 PM
So true about a word being enough, and your urge to doing rather than contemplating. Great advise. However you could do with a spelling and grammar check. For I'm sure you meant that an "ant", not an "aunt" stung you on the leg. Keep up the great work, it is a pleasure to read your words.
Muideen Avatar
July 6, 2015 at 3:47 PM
A huge thanks to your heart of kindness.
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