Morning I rise
in a direction
all of you know.
Afternoon I travel
towards a direction
all of you know.
It is dusk,
I descend in a way slow
all of you know.
Who am I?
I quoth, with a twinkle
You feel
all of you know.
You quip,
it is the sun
I do not think the way.
It is I,
who moves in all directions
physically very much
mentally too fast
all of you
do not know.
3 replies on “All Of You Know.”
What a lovely poem….loved it!
Thanks for your kind comment.
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