Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
This is a gift that cannot be wasted our breath to it pass through our lung it is tasted and in matters so scantly do our questions unanswered sleep quietly at the footrest of paradise We are moments awaiting to happen a gift that can hardly be wasted © tHE tERRY tREE
0
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
This Is A Gift
This is a gift that cannot be wasted our breath to it pass through our lung it is tasted and in matters so scantly do our questions unanswered sleep quietly at the footrest of paradise We are moments awaiting to happen a gift that can hardly be wasted © tHE tERRY tREE
terry-tree
Written by
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem