Green Pastures Poem by Corazone Aquino

Green Pastures

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This place I sojourn has grown cold
My dreams have slept under the snow
But today too far it sears my soul

I sought for comfort when the winds were strong
The waters locked the horizon too vast to conquer
My hanger sadly caved under and everything tilted
Unable to push against the erratic wild ahead
I swam closer to his own and cuddled in

His was the boat that anchored mine
In his arms I sheltered from the rough world
But today his arms have grown too hard and cold
My soul yearns for some tinder t’light some fire

This place I sojourn has grown cold,
Or has the sea returned to calm?
Or may be am just another bored wife.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: confusion
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