Ripples of circle, in the pond of life
Where creatures live in darkness & roots in mud,
Or the freedom of whole blue & filtering light
From an arc of rainbow, the color of sun's red.
The curtain of vines; tangling, untangling
Climbing high or laying low?
Dewdrops on the soft pink petals that float
With beauty, courage & magical hope.
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The poem is in reference to the image above or whatever your mind infers. But the main element of the poem is 'Hope'.
Hope you enjoyed it! :D
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Musings ✔️
PoetrySome thoughts, some plots, connecting some dots. Circling in my mind, they were bound, so I penned them down. Here they are free, amidst the blue skies and we. 2018 Poetry Collection.
