Hasn’t the world been through enough for now?
Spring bristles mounting like natures blessings towards the sun
Clouds gather and seed the soul of sky
newness with not a spark of old gathers the world’s hearts
speaking, gasping, shouting naked innocence
liberation comes from the dragons fire
from the tops of mountains
and the steppes of history
snow freeze the fate that calls too soon
late is just a drop of understanding
waiting to allow
steel like resistance
the final page
it’s own way out
where birds fly…
My dear friends, thank you so much for stopping the bleeding, gentle band-aide full of life’s goodness.