to whom do words belong I cried
not to the prevaricating to the
ones with mocking eyes.
words fly from lies as
leaves in the gales we remember
looking back.
looking back you remember
the branching of Light
the double rainbows
once in a while
the nursery mirrors and
the words springing to life
in picture books and the
day you realized
like Helen Keller could
oh this is water and the name
for water
My Lord and my living, God.
mary angela douglas 20 april 2015
The branching of light doubles the rays of life. Very amazing sharing done really.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The double rainbows! With the muse of life. Nice work.