Life is so unique and so random
joys and sorrow are in tandem.
Full of hope, this wishful heart
just wants a fresh start.
Winter of sorrow will melt away,
and the weather will be fine.
Dark clouds of dismay will rise,
and the Sun of joy will shine.
In the lap of mountains
and in the fragrance of pine,
the joy shall be yours
living on cloud nine.
On this auspicious day, I say,
that everything is thine.
I am forever yours,
and you are mine.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2022 00:07
- Category: Love
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Comments2
love that last stanza!
wish I could pour it into my
life's coffee, circumstances
like granules of wisdom's, sugar
to sweeten my cupful sips
of daybreak horizons,
now
late twilight, Time - distilled
as beings so hollow and bleak...
(what a reassuring, read
thank you! dear Poet)
Your praise is so poetic, it makes me proud not of the poem but because you chose to reflect on it. Thank you dear friend.
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