God , No God, May be God
God , No God, May be God
Question arose there, who created God?
Nor he is begotten,
No. He begets not.
God. No God. Maybe God.
Uncertainty told the light a lot
He is sometimes far away, sometimes nearest
to your integer number of fantasy pages,
already brought.
There is already a lot on your plate. Truly a lot!
You and stress eating vetoed these , as understood
The glory faded away as
she stood on the deck with the burning sun, behind, a melting pot!
Still a beauty with flawless smile and
pearls of the forgotten time, as impeccable time sought!
I thought you did!
You held me up close and it simply withered away during sleep time
without the faintest clue of any debating try!
With teardrop of a lifetime, lifeline,
and a parable paraphrase, folklore
equidistantly located loci, of a vagabond sky!
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