Rhythm Of The River Of Life
Standing back into my heart's corridor
I waited for a while,
To see the river of my life,
To see the bird of my heart,
...The unseen river, the unknown bird.
Neither do I get the vision of my river,
Nor of the bird.
I rather get the feeling as if I were
Standing by the sea - a flock of birds singing all around.
Gentle breeze and sweet music - perfectly tuned together,
Friday, December 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,imagery,life,nature,nostalgia,vision