Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Tree of life

Strange are the ways of love
Today it is all encompassing
Tomorrow its all but dream

What seemed ever so real
Turned in to feeble illusion
Anyone can see it through

Through the inner turmoil
Ground of the heart tilled
A few seeds of hope sown

After years of dissipation
Bleak rain and dark clouds
A few saplings have grown

Now at dawn the dew shines
On tiny green leaves sprout
Someday they'll grow a tree

Provide fruit and give shelter
Through the loneliness when
One's youth 'n time runs out

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