I’ve found a tree that bears all fruit,
And a river that calls my name
To a land of faith and hope,
Sounds of fate yet unknown.
The sun rolls high sapphire sky,
And breaks tween swaying leaves.
Rainbows arcs here and there,
And I dream daffodils and marigold.
Cool spring water soothingly so,
Each gulp a hope of life renewed,
Flames rekindled, another step taken,
towards a river that never runs dry.
Might be sunshine and wind,
Dunes and sands playing tricks on me.
But I’ve found new strength to dream again,
Of a tree that bears all fruits,
And a river that calls my name.
---V.T
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THE BLUE
Poetry...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
