I had an occasional conversation
with the lonely tree,
and the yellow river of wounds passed
through the secret path;
where the juveniles separated for first time.
A silent lust speaks a lot!
I feel worthy piece yet to be come.
Yes nothing was different they breathe together
once again after 40 years.
For perpetual love's sake they agreed,
still feel the same they used to.
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: emotional