The evergreen tree of wishes,
When demands manure for its survival.
To make the roots deep and hard,
Little soul surrenders to the body's whims.
When the golden arrow is fired by the wish,
It pierces through all the priorities,
The heart sinks like pebbles in the water,
And the time sucks energy from the age.
Beyond the edges, our desires grow to hold the earth
Tuesday, May 4, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: wish