I am now at the Library of Gävle, Sweden, gazing through the window to see a water pump fitted inside a river to pump water. Then I wrote this short poem.
With a pump water has been tossed up
In a steady flow they reached a point
Beyond which they couldn´t rise further
They have lost steam to push up in the air
Not reinforcing anymore in mutual union
But falling apart like Modern Somalia
Leaving a trail of despair in the wind
As colors of their past keep fleeting
Within the crumble of these droplets
I see a rainbhow of hope glaring upon
"As colors of their past keep fleeting
Within the crumble of these droplets
I see a rainbow of hope glaring upon.." Yes as the rainbow God gives us hope in all that we could ever dream or wish. Grasp onto the spectrums in the rainbow and run with it as you seem to be doing.
"As colors of their past keep fleeting
Within the crumble of these droplets
I see a rainbow of hope glaring upon.." Yes as the rainbow God gives us hope in all that we could ever dream or wish. Grasp onto the spectrums in the rainbow and run with it as you seem to be doing.
Continued blessings,
~Gwendolyn
ET
Georg