Beneath the weight of brooding skies,
In tangled vines where silence lies,
hope flickers soft like morning dew,
and each droplet says a prayer anew.
In the rustling leaves that dance and sway,
these muted truths find their way,
a symphony of anguish has woven tight,
Yet, in the darkness, burgeons light.
For every grey storm that sweeps the ground,
a seed of courage is waiting to be found.
In fertile soil of dreams and despair,
the green heart beats, resilient—aware.
Filled with such strength, beauty, and hope! .. A pleasure to read! ..
Dauntless nature is so lovely and amazing. A wonderfully written, enjoyable poem.5*****
Each droplet says a prayer anew! .. Beauty that's simply breathtaking, , , each word, each line....++++++++++++++++++++++
Painted with such deep beauty! .. Beyond #'S And Stars! ... Again just, , , WOW! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent and profound piece.... thank u... friend...