Arise Poem by mifael llauderes

Arise

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A creeping twig's anterior end
will always look for sunlight,
after a strong and wicked wind
after each a desolate night;

The mists caress her weary soul,
her spirit and the clouds they kiss;
she springs to life, it makes up for,
something that is quite amiss!

Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: healing
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 17 October 2017

Twig's anterior end always look for sunlight. Life needs spring to feel. Beauty revives in mind. Healing is necessary. Brilliant poem this is...10

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