True,

pain at times

dissipates

just like those imprints on the sea shore

with the retrieve of the wave ...

and your smile beloved

a healer

to those hidden wounds

a mother’s touch

for the infant’s discomfort ...

Oh how could I explain my despair

as I stood there

confused

dragged myself

as tears rolled down

warm

a silver creek in the meadows of silence

and a whisper of a last good-bye

carried away with a butterfly

caught in the winds of uncertainty

in that hazy day

thrown unmercifully,

violently against the wall of freedom...

oh how sad it felt there

all alone in our torrent land ...

tried desperately to reach for you

oh friend

embrace me, touch me

heal this torment , this burning pain

lend me a brush and some paint

to delineate

some colorful banners

and perhaps a rose garden

to brighten this fading sanctuary of mine ...

i appriciate ur efforts ... keep coming up with more
...
its a beautifully said thought
love u