Close thy eyes,
See the void
At the far side.
Walk the path,
Never stop,
Until a tree comes in sight.
Touch its trunk,
Feel its life
Flowing through you.
Pick up a leaf,
See through the green shade,
And watch your memories unfold.
It's all going to be all right.
Despite all the bad times, there are still plenty of green leaves on the tree.
Unfold your mind,
Feel your bliss,
And smile.
Expand your sight,
See what comes,
But you'll see death.
So see further at the very end,
And now you'll know
Why you're living.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
