PASSING BY

Dolphine29

When the tongue we use

Is the one we abide

What can be expected?

If it’s not just the ONE we accept

 

The different sounds around,

are the ones we dwell in

Little do we fear, every time

we march at our own pace.

 

The road ahead has many colors

Molding as it becomes part of us;

Even as the pebbles find your step

Just as many could bring a way

 

As a bridge may unfold

Only if you let it be

Like water passing through fire

Passing by, becomes perspective of desire.

  • Author: Dolphine (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 7th, 2011 11:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: The bridge will come, if we let it be.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 25
  • Users favorite of this poem: Emi, Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Fascinating, somewhat intriguing contemplation. So you are saying if we are patient, the bridge will appear? That is a nice thought. Very interesting reflection. I enjoyed it.



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