the promise

  • The Promise

    A promise frolics on the windLike a childSkipping along the pavementWith pocketfuls of lotus dreamsAnd crystal wishesIt playfully rustlesDrooping branchesLifting themTowards the golden skyAnd I can almost hearA cheerful sighPart grey cloudsLimned with silver shineThen it kisses my cheekIn swirls of cherry blossomsAnd resonant whispersThat everything will be okay Continue reading

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