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Voyages Of A Loving SoulBy Paullyn Sidhu QuailBellMagazine.com On the shores of my mind, I stood. My bare feet wet - slapping it was, the surge of the waves. On the white, fine beach, I understood, My love reached far - napping it was, in many young braves. On the rocks, strong and bold, I could, My wisdom release - flapping it was, in bats flying out of caves. On the ocean front, I knew I would, My word reveal - clapping it was, in thunder rolling over graves. On the vast sea, I spotted a plain wood, My ancient soul - lapping it was, in crests and silvery enclaves. On the horizon, I saw the sun rise, almighty good, My true power - mapping it was, in warmth radiated in airwaves! Comments
Brian Hayes
6/2/2017 05:54:21 am
Beautiful, delightful, thank you for sharing.
PAULLYN SIDHU
6/2/2017 06:08:04 am
Thank you for loving the poem.
Jamini Francis
6/2/2017 06:22:50 am
your poem is beautiful
Paul Sebastian
6/2/2017 07:04:56 am
Lovely imagery and beautiful heart-warming write. Thank you. Enjoyed reading it.
David Hangzou
6/2/2017 08:26:43 am
Best are the poem or the poetess who wrote lines by facing the ground really and made it the global map possible to be wrapped inside their palm... Struggled and hardship faced to help and touch people's life is God's best missionary!! Your contributions and generosity to the needy people will never get unrecognized,and I'm just one out of a million to said it so of am not the last..May Almighty God bless you more as much as you give love to others!!!
Dr J S anand
6/2/2017 12:09:32 pm
Perfect poet Comments are closed.
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