A Flow Of An Idea....

two words no matter how farfetched
like two opposing poles of the earth

when you for once give them meaning
can give you the link for life,

it is You who is the bridge
of the paradox

your left hand meets your right hand
in prayer

in an embrace of the sweetest moment
clasping

a union of mutuality which was not there
when you first wake up

that morning...it was dark at first when
twilight comes to bring you a glimpse

of another budding perfection, and you
walk an extra mile to get hold of yourself

lost in the labyrinths of your self made
doubts, ...it is you who makes the ripples

but shall you blame yourself for being honest
and candid about what life has handed you?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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