Ana-Maria Bituna Poet Rhyme

Good Path

It’s 9 pm, and still no luck
Two of wands, and still no plans,
How to get to dreaming,
To my start and to the ceiling,
All these songs and kings will die,
Before the World Tree turns its eye,
Which amongst the athames’ll hit,
Six, Seven or none?
‘Cause I’m already done…
Nature take me to the Moon,
And bless me to get in tune!

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Beata Agustin December 4, 2024 at 1:05 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.