Put the music on,
and watch:
that which lies within,
dead,
cut off from shore,
will begin to bloom,
and basking in the healing light
of a new dawn,
a new day,
will cast its own reflecting warmth
which travels to the shore
igniting other dry bones
into life.
1 comment:
I wonder how people view the awakening. Here there are some but not many who understand. Your poetry is important to let others know. Go inside, all we need is there. Our thoughts are the key and Love is the answer. So simple that people miss it!
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