Poem -
INK STAINED GEATHERS TAKE TO THE BREEZE
A Bridge To Cross The Miles
Ink-stained feathers take to the breeze,
My words, like swallows, flit on a love-filled lease.
From mind to mind, they gracefully roam,
Seeking a poetess to build a verse-filled home.
These lines, a bridge across the miles,
To a soul who shares creative smiles.
Though oceans may keep us apart,
Our thoughts entwine, a kindred heart.
Together we'll weave a tapestry grand,
With words that uplift, and a peaceful hand.
Even the faintest whispers can change the tide,
Hope's embers glowing, where dreams reside.
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Comments
Hello Williamsji...
Maybe, one day?
If people would crossover in kind and lend a helping hand...
​​​​​​Unfortunately, people aren't ready to do that yet, it's clear to see...
It will take a lot of change of hearts, change of minds, and all wanting the same thing...
To live in a Brotherhood/Sisterhood in Peace...
To cause no harm but, do good...
Keep praying my friend...
May your Dreams Come True...
Beautiful write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong