Poetry

My Comprehending

by Joseph O' Sullivan
11/05/15
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Its near and yet is thus unseen precedes a never ending dream,speaks aloud in silence mode, have visions place between a crowd, it has a universal face, can find itself in any place, it knows the earth and outer space, out or in were waters spin, were waves themselves, come gushing then, cant be restricted could be predicted, its everywhere and ever near, unpopular can give some fear, its any size may win a prize, it is of course ones own demise, at heavens door who knows it more and only god himself do knows the score, yet all may heed, to statures small, where all at call. Joe.