Distant in grim summer
when all wasn’t good
when pain was a daily ritual
distant,
somewhere far
you played like a tune
a fine tune
which kept playing inside
though multitude of gulfs gone
though tsunami still remains
though shore keeps wrecking soul
distant,
that tune remains
plays in ears
calming me
telling me of faraway lands
singing a lullaby to sleep
sleep in comfort; angel’s lap
light shines
giving hope
greeting the day
that tune; still gives hope inside….
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
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Comments1
We all need comfort and hope in difficult times . A lovely poem spiller 🙂
Thanks a lot dear Rose…surely that poem or song can be a home to us…
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