a channel
I like to be
a channel to bless
but there is still a human nature
within that reaches out from the side
to grasp a dream as it passes by
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
1 Comments:
I dislike the line:
I seek to be
a channel to bless
but the remainder of the poem is sheer bliss!
at times your work is exceptional!
regards
Mr. B. Jamieson
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