Shelter
- - - - - - -
Cold, quite cold
Is this world
...
Read full text
I am just a pebble from sand To be rolled down latter or soon Unto that quiet home Free from storm and gale This is the ultimate reality of life! In our mad rush, if we can contemplate on this thought occasionally, it will make our lives sober! Profound thoughts! Enjoyed!
I am just a pebble from sand To be rolled down latter or soon Unto that quiet home Free from storm and gale........................ beautiful poem....enjoyed...
yes, shelter is the only place where we are very safe and are provided a life of millions of pearls........great poem......thanks
Cold quite cold, come summer come winter and where I dream my final rest in the grace of simple stone is lovely shelter. Excellent description and beautiful sharing in Forum. Outstanding poem.10@10
beautifully profound thoughts, an humbling experience to read.