Finally there
and within -
all of me and
more to come.
Shedding off
dust from
detours not
anticipated.
Tilling my
own gardens
finally for
my harvest.
Beautiful poem, i can find a reflective ray of hope in those lines
I feel the pain of loss lingering behind this poem and a rainbow just visible at the end. Beautifully written. Not a word wasted. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
and thats the repose ultimate from where we take the detour when being poised by the color and the fragrance in its own room..................excellent art of imagery bedecking when lucid yet lusciouas green by the hope, well penned,10/10, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your handwriting - laconic and strong... And as fine balance real and irreal feelings of the poetess. Sincerely, Tsira.