Dark earth beneath my feet
Nestles intrepid seeds
Fragile, meek, roots
Creep, shoots out
Tiny leaves like
Many fingers
Few crystal
Droplets
Starts
Life
As
Tears
Raced on
Hot cheeks
Stirring my
Heart, giving
Hope to minds
Your tiny fingers
Touching every fiber
Finding me like I am
Soft, meek and hurting
Flowers blossom, pollens
Scatter, in a dark universe
Where a million seeds settle
Dark thoughts filtered by care
Hi Bro. Bernard. Our duality is who we are - the resulting struggle completes the circle, a yinyang. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Doris. Poetry is a kind of light for poets where they can shine their light for others in this dark universe.10
Hi Nudershada. You're right and your name says that conviction. Our darkness is as beautiful as the light within. Thank you for dropping in. :)