Burst into life
Bloom
With summers light.
Slide open the door
That love inflicts
Hope
With colours patterns.
Walk down the empty road
Towards the dawn
Alive
With fostering love.
Soak the blossoming sun
On limbs that sag
Turn
With life again.
Slide open the door
ReplyDeleteThat love inflicts
Hope
With colours patterns
Love this! Hope has no finality! It offers a salvation, solace,happiness and fulfillment at the end of the day! Great write alan!
Hank