Sin Fathe Cloud And You Poem by me poet yeps poet

What a lovely factually
nicely created poetry
of a decently lived life

Father does not know
what is Sin

he has planted you two
to a population begin

like the girls said
about a cloud
so does the father
of her be proud

sin is a misnomer no doubt
when all do it
can it be a sin
its a situation totally
of
win win

THE BEAUTY of clouds
concealed as in a memory '
the petrichor
we all adore
awaiting at the shore
for sure

Father if any
will all of you equally
ADORE...
and love your humans
brethren much more