Under a Creators Eye
Every time… this happens to me –
Who’s that!!! Who has it writ?
Knowing not… in its delight
It’s my own voice; that had it said.
Every time …I do read & review
Try to identify me best,
Knowing not; under a creator’s eye
Everything seems best & nothing worst.
I never try to understand
What I’m going through?
For, I flow along the river verse
But, do a bird; ever assess its wings of flight?
The origin in its truest form just goes on & on
For; it lacks time & space to be still & think on.
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