GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 145

You stand proudly beneath a misty sunrise In a luminous meditation on divine love and grief. Your face gleams as the sun slowly emits colours, Your eyes peak through the blurred leaves, putting together everything, assembling life- People may not notice, but that doesn’t matter. You are very much there - elevated. Air is drunk, you want to store in the brain cell, A tale of humanity - For its revival! There is a neatness, a low conversation- More than whisper in the current ripples, You look for more and some more. 145