Love Always Comes At The Right Time Poem by Roula Pollard

I have better plans for tomorrow.
Tell the typhoon to come after two years. He may forget it
it may never come. Tell the moon, tell her light to visit
the world garden more often, longer this evening.
Tell all flowers to grow through the night
in peace under its music.
Tell the dark spirits to hideaway this century.
Tell them, do, to forget forever their existence.
Tell the spring to grow patiently, step by step.
Tell the lovers to grow happier like wild flowers
protected by love's patient scented blossom.
Tell the sea to recite her poem this evening.
Tell Poetry to grow in its flesh eternally.
Tell history to dream, relax for a while
Tell people be confident, tell people
to hope more, to dare, be brave
tell people to have courage
We only need happy smile
peace, solidarity
your spirit high
every day

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