I will look for you in gentle places,
where willows move gently,
where flowers make a margin
below the moss of an evergreen
and you will be there
I will linger near the stone windchimes,
the sound resonating softly,
a crimson sunset, my quiet solitude,
there, I will wait for evening's first star
and you will be there
I will seek you out before I leave
This tired life behind,
we'll walk together, hand in hand,
and leave this place behind.
3 comments:
My favourite I think! So far!
@sheepfoldcarer
Wonderful poem, thank you for sharing my friend!
Your words often show the beauty of your soul.
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