How do we use our eyes? Is it only for seeing? No, poetically it talks. So it sees and it talks. Do our eyes smell? Do our eyes taste? Do it feels? Literally it doesn’t but poetically it does. Why can’t we see the bad and the good? Why can’t we see the answers to the questions? <br /> <br />excusable are the innocents <br />who laugh at one self <br />for they don’t know what they do... <br /> <br />forgivable are the misguided <br />that enjoys and quench their selves <br />in the weakness of others... <br /> <br />justifiable are the thorns <br />that grows in the stem of lilies <br />for they are part of mutation <br />from the earth falling crust... <br /> <br />unkind philosophy goes with unkind heart <br />unkind gents will never find kind friends...<br /><br />lady grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-forget-that-we-have-god/
