Take the knot
of twisted vines
That is my heart
a mix of flowers, pierced with thorns
Destroy this web
of tangled brush
And leave not a single
branch wilting, on the bush
But rather,
let it flower again
New and washed pure
by the falling rain.
жא☼Ж☼אж
-P.L.Rao
12th July 2007
1 comment:
This is an amazing poem. It says so much about what I need, what we all need, fresh starts, cleared hearts, ready for rain again.
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