Prodigal Returning

won't you tell me I

have not lost my soul!

I am on the way back

from around the bend

back into the languid pools

and the billowy breezes

that sing spontaneous songs

in the cool of afternoon

-such sounds lift the spirit

bringing a peace and serenity

against the cruel hardness

& the crashing discordant sounds

of this torpid confusing world

`

poem by Frederick Kesner
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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