Michelangelo
The Great Sculture commissioned to do thy works
The pious shall recognize all days on Earth
The genius The loathing
Of mundane thought
How beauty survived the dregs so scorched
What fury and madness must interceed
What religious icons and simpletons decree
While casting his eyes to the rafters to say
"Is possible, My God
To be this way?"
Really good!
This little poem of Michelangelo, is a masterpiece in itself. Thank you for sharing.
Your comment is much
Your comment is much appreciated Thanks so much I'll be sure to read some of ur stuff too
Thanks again