Poem -
Longer than god
There is writing
Behind the bustop
Splashed in white paint
On the hillside
Proclaiming god
As our saviour
It has been here forever
Unscathed by the weather and
Longer than god
I suspect
and I wonder the people in buses
who see
and I wonder the person who
penned graphity
Why I ponder such questions
Alone with my tea
everyday
M
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If only we knew the answers!
Meanwhile, we ponder. B
I love how you turn these pondering into brilliant poems that flow up and down, and in and out. And the ending is always a flick up with a full stop x
To be human, isn't it the question of our ever own existence?