Oh You! Pilgrims from the Milky Ways!
Did you come in the garden for just your plays?
You played nicely with the burning clay,
you played in the oceans the game of tides,
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Nice poem to think upon our direction of life, about our origin, our history our labour to be beings different from the cattles, in a society of ideals serving to meliorate our future.
Pilgrims from the milky way play their game and we human beings act as puppets in their hand. Truly a grand metaphor was required to define the celestial powers and influences. Nicely penned. The love you injected was blended with hate, I am a victim of your write call it the fate. could you have brought pure love for me! a cute bird of peace, dear dove for me!
Yes, we ar mere players acting out our roles. We have to leave the stage when the curtain falls. So act out each ones role as best as one can and enjoy every moment we are here! Particularly enjoyed the title!