Many tides Rolling into my heart Fingers like bows Take their aim Sharp as the sky On a cold winter's day I will give you All the sunrise Has to offer Blue skies Calling me again Lift the heaviness From your hands With a sweet smile Tell time It has no reason To worry We began With always written Across destiny
A robust poem touching inner thoughts , rhythm of joy, in our travel through out this life alone. Thoughts melts in distant landscape, while wind of music waves inside tender heart.Congrats and love Patricia-
Hira
Regis
well done Patricia...
John