Poems about route
I Never Thought To Fall
that never ceased to fall
i never thought to see
should i again experience
where this attendeth me
one need not be a house
one need not be a house;
the single to some lives,
that split their route to the sky
then summer then the heaven of god
such bliss had i for all the years
for just this single time
I Could Not See
despair
will not cry with joy "pompeii"!
a pope, or something of that kind!
but, what of that?
i could not see to see
no eye could find the place;
that split their route to the sky
and just before the sun
because he's sunrise and i see
i've known a heaven, like a tent
in such a place, what horror,