God exploded and broke apart, we broke his heart.
God is past, present and future all in one and, oh yes, the Sun.
We carry a little piece of him in our heart and his mortal enemy, the Devil is also there.
Be careful which you choose, above all, care.
Someday in the future God will join together again when there is peace among men.
I am a heretic, burned at the stake, my question is, how long will it take?
When end heartbreak?
What difference can a poet make?
Walter Scott wrote The Lady of the Lake.
Be not fake.
This is my Sunday poem.
By their works ye know ‘em.
25th June, 2017