How do we use our eyes? Is it only for seeing? No, poetically it talks. So it sees and it talks. Do our eyes smell? Do our eyes taste? Do it feels? Literally it doesn’t but poetically it does. Why can’t we see the bad and the good? Why can’t we see the answers to the questions?
excusable are the innocents
who laugh at one self
for they don’t know what they do...
forgivable are the misguided
that enjoys and quench their selves
in the weakness of others...
justifiable are the thorns
that grows in the stem of lilies
for they are part of mutation
from the earth falling crust...
unkind philosophy goes with unkind heart
unkind gents will never find kind friends...
lady grace
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-forget-that-we-have-god/
