Drawing: The Weeping Willow Tree
The evening
is grim
with
shadows that whisper
quietly amongst themselves,
quietly amongst themselves,
secrets of
the darkened night
hidden in
the outline of a willow
Silent is the moment as
Silent is the moment as
currents
stir with movement,
buzzing
along the curvatures of
the foliage
lined path that longs
to live beyond their dark haven
to live beyond their dark haven
Can’t light
come to thee?
Can’t
streams of bright beckoned
suddenly
appear for the moment?
Can’t in an
instant there be a promise?
A light to shine for
tomorrow?
I shan’t be bewildered for it is
I shan’t be bewildered for it is
with faith
my answer is - yes!
- Rhoda Galgiani
- Rhoda Galgiani
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