You have heard of grand sun rises
Bringing back the earth from its nightly death
And how they flooded the rivers and the plains
You have heard in a lot of songs.
You have heard of glorious battles
By heroes won or heroically lost
And how the flowing blood sluiced through the dirt
You have heard in a lot of songs.
You have heard of sweet afternoons
When two lovers walked by a setting sun
And how the grasses blushed a greener shade
You have heard in a lot of songs.
But tonight when the sleeping wolf
Woke up and went on its round, suddenly
I heard a thunder rumbling far away
I looked up and felt a rain drop
On my face. Then I brought my hand
And touched that pure thing and out of the blue
I heard a rare song where you wake me up
With your flooding love sluicing through the clogs
Of agonies locked away in my heart.
Then I walk again underneath
A silvery shining moon, with your hand
Delicately held in mine.
We stayed like that till I could hear the song no more…
That’s a real strong poem and filled with the power of youth.
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I’m humbled by such generous review… thanks a lot
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No need to hide one’s light under a bushel. You posess a strong aptitude for poetry and you command many of the appropriate tools. The rest is legend, as the saying goes … 🙂
Greetings,
Salva
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