And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The day God mislead... Wouldn't say lie... Mislead!
Picture: Cat-loves by M E Aupiais! All Rights Strictly Reserved!
Poem by M E Aupiais
You lied, God!
I say! Not in the ordinary way!
I'm sure I just misread,
Misunderstood your meaning when you said!
Or I messed things up,
You lied God,
Di' you not?
Though I'm sure you divinely told the truth,
What are my paths?
How can I understand yours!
Or prophecies not yet due to come to pass!
Posted by Marc Evan Aupiais at 11:09 AM
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