It makes no sense
Love, the immense pain we bear
Yet, we desire it
It makes no sense
Love, the immense pain we bear
Yet, we desire it
Gentle wind brings words
Heavily they strike the heart
A fallen tree weeps
courageous nature
the vanity of mankind
eternal conflict
elegant grey heron
saunters towards my fishpond
the fish disagree
Golden leaf waiting
Strong wind, cold rain drops urging
A falling, resting
political speak
persuasive and revolting
cleverly crafted
Their home, our target
Their essence, our objective
Their death, our failing
Where do I begin
The end was my beginning
I have now began
Much has changed in my life since my last post here on WordPress, many endings, many beginnings, a new future which will also end as it should, for the progress of the human spirit is never still, the journey never complete.