I laid my head on the damp morning grass,

And allowed the earth to caress

This bruised and wounded heart of mine

As I whispered to myself,  “I’m fine”.


The nightingale sang the same old song,

And the skylark added to the melody for long

Trapped was my soul in this earthly war,

But loud was my heart in its thunderous roar.


I looked at myself with great reproach

Wondered when my joyful days will approach

Disheartened was I to find the wolf behind,

Tracing my every step to put me in the grind.


I looked up at the crystal blue sky

And saw a dove fly by,

At that second I began to ponder

What lies for me beyond the yonder.








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