The light that burns darkness
Still sleeping above faint sky
World is splinted with woods
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Lift me up with Your firm arms For staircase demotes to Hell Tend my existing solitude and Whisper, “It’s still not too late.”.....yes, it’s still not too late. Hope him, he is at above and he may lift you up in his firm arms. A nice depicted poem that touches the heart and mind. Thank you dear Sanjukta for posting such a divine poem.....10
Divine poetry, Almighty will accept it gracefully and with Him nothing is too late either.................Sublime poem.Loved it.
Yes, i am around; so, try to discover your reflections. Nice work.
hope runs the world stay blessed