The Woman Of My Life

Poem By Gregory Huyette

Why is there evil?
What is there
after this life?

We find these
questions in the
sacred writings
Of Israel,
in the Veda,
and the Avesta.

Comments about The Woman Of My Life

I liked the story of someone peeping in night and infilterating with bad seeds and that's how things go until time of harvest when its differentiated.


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