The Bud

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    The Bud

    When time passes it never comes back,
    Water under bridges cannot return
    The ocean is nothing without sailing boats
    Clouds up above, cannot stop flowing.

    What will life will be? Once sunlight has withered
    Will dawn be proclaimed? Once a rivers created,
    It can’t live without streams.
    Without a lover, what meaning has love?

    A person who left, one day may come back
    Wounds from the past, someday may be healed
    Tears may stop dropping, lips may learn to smile
    Hair may turn grey, but the heart never dies.

    Arms start reach out, seeking embraces
    Those mourning dark clouds, seem to vanish in air
    Something caresses, something melodious
    Hope is now smiling, newness is born.

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    Rendida commented on The Bud

    08-08-2009

    I love how you bring out that tomorrow brings hope for better things and saying goodbye to the old no matter how painfull...loved it

    LenaMP commented on The Bud

    04-24-2009

    Nicely penned. Hope for tomorrow and love and life go on.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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