I often wonder why,
Wonder waxing still by and by,
By thousands of tongues hast world vied,
But often still is found tongue-tied,
Oblivious there's a password—
Heard oftentimes and still unheard:
The password of friendship and love
That fits in every kind of groove.
Love, a common nor proper noun,
But verb that wears a workman's gown:
Not just ops wide ajar the way,
It shines with a radiant ray.
And yet forgotten still,
Where's the way without will?
Reflections |01.04.2020|
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Topic: peace, love, world, tongues
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