Question

my poem

Every moment sings with fascination
As silence sits behind the vivid veil.
There is no rock not rife with revelation,
Nor word that will not ultimately fail.
Likewise, we are masks upon the void,
Uncreated at our empty core,
Mirror of what cannot be destroyed,
The nothing that the thing is destined for.
The being of our being is delight;
The nothing of our nothing, pure perfection.
Just beyond our day is utter night;
Just within our heart, its blank reflection.
The gift of life brings joy well worth the pain;
The gift of death brings us home again.

Answer 1

awsome :)

Answer 2

@BrittanyFrench I know your not on right now but when you come back on you gotta read this its great

Answer 3

@Teresalove356 wow you have a true girft i love the poem, keep it coming

Answer 4

thanks (:

Answer 5

your welcome and check some of my stuff out maybe we can collide girl:)

Answer 6

kk. (:

Answer 7

@tialovesyoualways

Answer 8

aww Teresa me loves u!

Answer 9

you have a gift....awesome poem, would love to read more of your poems=)
@ChemicalX u have to read this chemm!!!

Answer 10

good poem :)

Answer 11

thanks everyone :)