Poetry Is Bliss Poem by Okim Otu
Poetry Is Bliss
When I'm glue to lustful thought,
When the veil of righteousness falls
While I stand on wallowing ground
Oh my sweet poetry calls
There along is my travelling path,
There alone my Joy is found.
When I'm soaked on thrilling bliss,
When my soul is greatly enriched
Know then that my poetry call
Have I delightedly answered.
Poetry brings immeasurable pleasure
Far beyond what I can write.
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