love changes your face
hills grow back softly
over sad gullies
love changes your face
when morning rushes in
setting golden leaves on fire
on every tree
that yesterday grew dry
but didn't fall
over sad gullies
love changes your face
when morning rushes in
setting golden leaves on fire
on every tree
that yesterday grew dry
but didn't fall
posted by Yes at 1:18 PM
5 Comments:
As long as you don't let go there's hope. Love it!!
I love the hopefulness of this, the possibility of beauty and passion even as things fade.
oh firebird!! I love this... I'm going to meditate just on the title today... yes!
Very positive poem.
Pat--We hang on because we can't help it--but there is reason to hope even if we can't see it...thanks for your comment!
mb--things can fade into even more beauty, especially as we can appreciate them more as time goes on! 'Course you know that...
gracie--great idea to meditate on a title--I never thought of doing that--but maybe I do without realizing it...thanks
gautami tripathy--thanks, I want to share the positive, I think it multiplies when we do...
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