Thursday, 11 August 2011

The Forgotten Song

A solitary 
flower
tinged
by harsh winds 
of time
flourishes
and grows
-nourished
by the scent 
of ancient song.

Tiny wisps
of
windswept
melody
carry
love's message
down
a narrow
pathway
of consciousness.
-inner peace
thrives
-soul
revives
 love remains

- a constant friend.






1 comment:

  1. You are an exquisite writer, dear Nige.

    Wow. Just, wow. xxx

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