Like old gnarled trees
In an otherwise barren land
We twist and root ourselves
We reach out wide and deep inside
For souls filled with light
Grasping thoughts
From swaying dreams
We absorb the wisdom of life
Then transform ourselves
And twine some more
That's how amity survives.
This blog shares the thoughts and ponderings of the poet and her eccentric journey through her non-stop blabberings.
Monday, June 15, 2015
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