Hear, hear
we are here
on a path
that will pass.
In the room
full of gloom –
outside all in bloom.
Work and home
we all roam,
we are smart-
life won’t start.
All of us
just the rust.
Air is full of dust.
Life will blight
on the side;
winds won’t touch -
to recharge.
Will this frame
give us flame
fly us now to new fame
in one's life
will to thrive;
need to love
not to bluff.
Through the shields
sunrays build
magic, radiant quilts.
Field of Dreams
© Copyright: А Н Е Л, 2004
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Thank You, Natasha
I was in the office and the meeting was so mind-numbing, while outside all was in bloom.
Cheers
Anel
А Н Е Л 19.05.2004 15:32 Заявить о нарушении
I was in the office and the meeting was so mind-numbing, while outside all was in bloom.
Cheers
Anel
А Н Е Л 19.05.2004 15:32 Заявить о нарушении