Eons past natures tears
overflowed my crest
now the sands of despair
and torrent of age
have withered and dried
my source of life
and cracked my inward soul.
In the season of birth
mayhap the tears
will come once more
and for ere again
the river of my soul
run pure and free.
souls liquidity is a gift of God, it will stream once again, be assured, and it will do so time and time again, lovely sentiments penned dear Budd, have a great day, hugs x
Such depth in that it reaches beyond the superficial. I can feel an emotional searing of both the mental and physical being. You write much like the bards of yesteryear, Budd...
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In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Karen
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