lonely heart
desolate as a desert
awaiting rain
morning joy
feeling the sun on my skin
at first light
listen to the birds sing
this too is love
reveal to me
the still waters of peace
lead me homewards
soon this winter will pass
and seasons cease
horns blasted
the thorn in the tire denied
moving the car
intelligent drivers
grew scarce that day
© G.s.k. ‘15
Prompt 69 – Weekend Wordle #10
Desolate, Intelligent, Joy, Reveal, Feeling, Lead, Still, Soon, Horn and Thorn.
This is beautiful, though I sense the ache in it.
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I feel the ache too … [sigh….]
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