Bend

Bend the scent of sanity,

stitch the sail of time,

surrender the archaic;

trip the soul sublime.

Scan the vivid moment,

heat the pot of joy,

slice the sliver carefully;

cherish life as toy.

Follow in the calling,

let the hours shine,

all is an experiment;

God’s world so divine.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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