Through summer’s cool breeze
To winter’s bare trees;
The missing pieces found the empty puzzle.
No longer do days seem outnumbered
No longer is nighttime a lie.
The heart’s beat—no longer inconsistent-
Finally
Rhythmic.
Finally
a Purpose
sweet. i like the subtle imagery of this one. keep it up, keep it real.
short and yet still able to paint a great picture with a message
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quit cool.keep it up