...and the earth
embraces the first rain,
that unlocks the sweet and sour
smell of sod's spore
a steady driblet
synced with pain
of growing spirit.
eyes bursting in fury
as tracks unfold...
(the unholy residues folded in dreams
are roadblocks to freedom)
in the midst
the rain lingers...
and the earth is left
in its own volition
hope against hope. a promise of afterglow...a wisdom of victory amidst the world of change of all entities...i love to read, so fascinating picture of events... God bless, a 10 +++++
exquisite, and indeed a very thought provoking poem... keep on writing candice..gave you a ten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quite inspiring one..loved it