Poem By Arta Krasniqi

I once climbed a mountain,
to see what was on the other side.
There I found a man,
with his arms open wide.
As I watched him standing there,
I noticed the beauty of the valley below.
Fear never entered my mind,
as I reached out my hand
to a man I did not know.
As I touched his hand,
my life flashed before my eyes,
All the bad mixed with the good,
I guess that's when I began to realize.
Standing there in the valley of peace,
Was Allah in life form.
He washed all my sins away.
That was the day I was truly born.

Comments about Fragile

Good narrative poem. Well comunicated ad expressed. SylvaOnyema Uba
beautiful! ...but yoiu shouldnt have put allah into a man's form... but this piece is beautiful!

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