The Keys

In providing,
We landed.
Walking,
We found out.
With steps off,
We enter in the unknown.
In background,
On the horizon,
The translucent water,
It shines like the sun on diamonds.
There's no doubt:
We found a hidden gem.
Do not you see it?
Open your eyes,
Take off your handcuffs.
Here are the keys.
I'm your Lord.

From: 
Brazil


Bill Carty

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by Satish Verma
Satish Verma


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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am a brazilian poet. I believe that we should learn to feel the essential, no more and no less, just the essential.