Shaun McGurgan

Rookie (Melbourne Australia / 18/10/68)

The Oak Of My Soul - Poem by Shaun McGurgan

I still feel wet from the rain
That swept away my dreams

No amount of Balinese sunshine
Can dry the dampness on my soul

I still feel wet from the rain
That germinated my dreams

No amount of Balinese sunshine
Can scorch the shoot

Which will become the oak of my soul


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013



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