BeatitudeA Poem by ArcoIris.01Bliss is not a dilusion but our quests for it are always futile.
Beatitude
I stretch my arms But it barely brushes past my palm Is it there or am I chasing a mirage? I've come quite far But the milestone I seek is yet afar Is only paradise the answer to my call? Not there,young spirit I'm in your heart Peep within and all beatitude is yours. © 2018 ArcoIris.01Author's Note
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