Hues of tear-stained browns,
Amber-colored fragments of pain
Now resurrected into sunny yellows.
Distinct are the golden threads
Of Hope, that sprinkle blessings
Laced by tassels of Love and Joy.
Each weave and silhouette speaks
A timeless and marked poetry
Of a surrendered life, lived fully.
In the maze of all vague memories
And some childhood lost dreams,
I find the intertwined fabric of me.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~04.09.15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem