Many already know much about the two Gates,
'Tis a pity
Some seeks that that leads to the City of fate!
And thirsts I that leads to the Holy City.
Days and years file.
The paths we travel,
Perhaps of disasters and smiles
Yet only carrying a tonne of bubble;
Soul of mine thus feels cold,
And many believe the world shall end one day by rainy fire:
The righteous' home is heaven," I'm told
To be there though oughtta I ignore mortal desire.
The Two Gates
Wegolonyo Erick
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Poem topics: believe, fate, fire, heaven, home, travel, world, desire, ignore, soul, cold, holy, Valentine's Day, city, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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