The more I hold past
The more I lose control
Just as I need not touch the breeze
I don't stop tears nor I weep
To feel its flow
Remaining moisture in my eyes
After an outburst of inner joy
Is from the well of hope within me
The flash of light there
Is from the Tower Of Strength hanging on That wood
Blessed are those little palms
Folded and clutched to the heart
Blessed are those bowed heads
To receive life purifying water ..
I am sorry I didn't see this post until now. Nice post again
ReplyDeleteHey there..hey there.. Thank you..
ReplyDeleteIt was a post in hurry : )