adrift in the gust of whisky wind
losing directions escaped and freed
yellowed by time in the dry summers
swayed to sleep in the wintry rains
out in the open where all is free
braved the gloom of the cold dark nights
impulse of the early warm mornings
wake the sanity of the day's life
falling leaves dropped on the thirsty ground
didn't spoke a word bruised or hurt
stayed 'till the living color has browned
picked up and thrown to the pyramiding pile
billowing smoke embraced the leafy mound
heat has blazed to a sea of flames
ashes remained blown to leave a trickle of trace
served its greener life to a tree and waned
It's nice to be back writing again in Wordpress.com. I guess my time will provide me space to breath a little and write a little. This unique moment is pressing me to squeeze whatever little thoughts I have in my brain and share them with you. Friends of all colors and beliefs, please support me for this endeavor as we spread friendship and understanding worldwide.
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Här kommer jag att skriva om vardagliga händelser ur mitt liv. Ibland kommer jag nog att skriva om en del andra saker också, som till exempel om den tro jag har
The sounds of this poem are great!
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thank you, Benjamin…
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Great !
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thank you, Saania !
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Nice thought and poem 🙂
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thanks for your kind words….Be safe
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