A Little Bit Of Hope! !

all this time in deserts
no rain, just wind sand
undid all my dreams
I'm Sandy, moved and controlled by wind
but am no longer desert
No more than it was!
I wanted his love undid
Wanted to flourish, dried
When all was lost
I was taken by that same wind
The greenest places.
Goodbye to you, to all pains

Time to bloom!

poem by Mirna Morgan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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