And I smile ...
Fear, an ashen cloud suffocating my soul.
I reach out, groping searching, yearning, for a foothold.
A velvet touch, against my hand, and light infuses my being.
A dolphin.
All fear banished, by a single caress, and joy rings in my heart.
A second touch, not physical, but in my soul I feel.
And all I hear
in the winter storm, is the voices calling from the waves.
in the winter storm, is the voices calling from the waves.
Saying, crying,"Spring is near, Life must always follow."
And I smile,
and I cry,
for I found my saviour.
A dolphin.
2 Comments:
O nome do teu bloggue é lindo.Dsc mas tinha que te dizer.
o golfinho...quem não gostava de de ser um??
bjinhos e boa semana
"A poesia foi um fogo muito grande que ardeu.
Depois ficaram as cinzas.
Náo sou capaz de dizer versos porque sim.
Acabou."
Até outro instante...
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