I am haunted by thirst from before…
Slowly yester-year ebbed away,
Trickling down on me drops of realization
Slowly washing away the pains and stains,
This is but a gentle detour on my way.
I see new cloud dancing above my head
Kissing my forehead with drops of Love
A new light shines and a new life begins.
I hold no more the memories of the gone,
It is time to let go the past,
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle